Damn! Spain!!
After I came back from Europe I completely forgot about a bet I had made with a Japanese friend about which team would win the tournament; he duly reminded me upon my return. Apparently, Japanese people had a strange communion with the Spanish national team, because all of my friends had correctly presaged the Spaniard side would emerge victorious, while I once again had to witness Van Basten's Holland squad flicker and fade away like a dying star that once shone bright. Ironically enough, it was former Holland coach Guus Hiddink's Russian side that ended my dreams, and made for an extremely embarrassing situation..
The bet : if Holland wins, my friend Nori had to shave his head bald. Conversely, I had to straighten my hair, after which I would receive some sort of Nori Special. Not to worry, after a short shower, my curls would return, he politely mentioned as a side note, knowing full and well that if somehow I had won the bet there was no way he was going to shave his head.
A shot of me before straightening my curls...
Nori doing his thing...
Almost finished...
Presto...change-O...
And now for the Nori Special... I told my friend that I wanted to look like the catcher from a popular baseball-themed TV show about unrealistically-looking Japanese high school students called Rookies. After obliging, I looked like this...
As part of the bet, I had to keep that flashy hair-do for one whole night. I had a dinner date with a few Japanese friends later, and when they saw me they thought nothing of the fact that I looked like a time traveler from 1955. I also noticed that no other Japanese people were giving me strange looks which led me to believe they also thought my new hair style was nothing outlandish.
Superb! Now all I needed was one of those 50's style microphones and a guitar, and I would've been well on my way to performing a realistic version of Chuck Berry's Johnny B. Goode.
The bet : if Holland wins, my friend Nori had to shave his head bald. Conversely, I had to straighten my hair, after which I would receive some sort of Nori Special. Not to worry, after a short shower, my curls would return, he politely mentioned as a side note, knowing full and well that if somehow I had won the bet there was no way he was going to shave his head.
A shot of me before straightening my curls...
Nori doing his thing...
Almost finished...
Presto...change-O...
And now for the Nori Special... I told my friend that I wanted to look like the catcher from a popular baseball-themed TV show about unrealistically-looking Japanese high school students called Rookies. After obliging, I looked like this...
As part of the bet, I had to keep that flashy hair-do for one whole night. I had a dinner date with a few Japanese friends later, and when they saw me they thought nothing of the fact that I looked like a time traveler from 1955. I also noticed that no other Japanese people were giving me strange looks which led me to believe they also thought my new hair style was nothing outlandish.
Superb! Now all I needed was one of those 50's style microphones and a guitar, and I would've been well on my way to performing a realistic version of Chuck Berry's Johnny B. Goode.
posted by Alex Cruz at
8:49 AM
5 Comments:
haha! that is so boss. your hair looks great. please tell me you have more pics like that.
this for some reason reminds me of all those calvin and hobbes strips where calvin gets hobbes to do his hair.
serves you right for not picking spain though.
Looks like you fell asleep for a few hours on a GIANT Tesla Generator....So funny.
Dad
haha, you gotta keep that electrocut.
i've since been trying to think of a good nickname for that hair-do.. i think electrocut will do.
Makes you look like one of those New Guinea "Birds of Paradise".....the Yellow-Tailed, 3-Toed, Belted, Mattress Thrasher.
Dad
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