Eventually my hair grew out to epic disarray proportions. No amounts of headbands or barretts could reign it in sufficiently. Here I am at my gym with my disarrayed hair.
It's not bad for just going to work out. But in the ultra suit-ready professional work climate of DC, this is how I felt I looked:
I had a good idea, "I know, I think I'll get my hair cut." Exciting prospect!
So I found a little barber shop down the road, made an appointment, tried to explain my haircut to a barber named Mario, and here's how it ended up. I like it!