After Debbie convinced me that I was working too hard, she drug me to Hamilton Pool for a day of lounging and swimming followed by dinner at Fonda San Miguel and then to somewhere else expensive for dessert, and thus onward for coffee at another of her favorite spots, none of which we could afford.
We ended up back at the apartment where I think she, Marie and Amanda lived. It must have been the early or mid 1980's and I thought I had some expertise in hairdressing, which obviously, I didn't. I had convinced Debbie I was her new hairdresser and she needed a makeover. We found Marie's "one of a kind" fabric scissors and I set out to whack off three feet of hair, which after removal ended up making the perfect front-flowing Boy George look which I adapted immediately. (That's me wearing Debbie's long black hair hanging out from under Marie's gardening hat and Debbie with her new haircut.)
We ended up back at the apartment where I think she, Marie and Amanda lived. It must have been the early or mid 1980's and I thought I had some expertise in hairdressing, which obviously, I didn't. I had convinced Debbie I was her new hairdresser and she needed a makeover. We found Marie's "one of a kind" fabric scissors and I set out to whack off three feet of hair, which after removal ended up making the perfect front-flowing Boy George look which I adapted immediately. (That's me wearing Debbie's long black hair hanging out from under Marie's gardening hat and Debbie with her new haircut.)
Another fun night was had by all.Witches dancing naked next door, "Hey lady that house is haunted"....ants on the cookies reserved for the Texas State Senate, and thousands of other stories.
How did we survive?
All the best,
Terry Nowell
(Photo courtesy of Amanda Doan)
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