My hair is gone/a 23rd birthday mullet

So, remember those many many inches of thick Irish hair I had, well, they are all gone. But the plus side is that I don't have a mullet. For the sake of laziness, I'm just gonna copy the email I sent out to my friends when I was still mulletized (and traumatized). But first, a picture of me minus about 6 pounds of hair:


Well, it was bound to happen soon but last night, on my 23rd birthday, I got my first bad (and I mean baaaad) haircut in Japan. I should have known this would happen given the slightly odd circumstances, but here's what happened.

I met my friend Makiko's friend Shun a couple weekends ago and basically he's like one step short of getting his hairdresser license or whatever. So, he's done the school and the dummy hairsyling, etc etc and now he has to do 30 free haircuts before he can start seeing paid customers. Well, I havent had a haircut in a few months so I was like sign me up! So Aaron and I went to the salon, they did Aaron's first and it went well. But, basically he had to have the cut checked by a licensed salon person before it was over - and the person checking Aarons hair actually made a big difference in helping Aarons cut. I felt fine about it then.

So I was next. I found a magazine picture of a girl with long thick hair, with long layers, I said, I want this. It wasn't too much different from (what was) my current style. For those of you who know what Japanese mullets (that EVERYONE has) look like, I flipped through the rest of the magazine and pointed to like 90 of them and was like NO! Dame! No! NOT THIS! So Shun did a good job actually, but I did notice he was running those thinning scissors through my hair more than I would have liked. And we noticed a pile of my hair about the size of two of Paris Hilton's dogs on the floor behind me. He went to go get the other guy and at that time, I was satisfied with the cut. But, apparently he didnt explain to the other guy that I am not Japanese and therefore do not want to be given the Japanese mullet that is all the rage these days. So the second man just like wacks my hair into the mullet of the year, thus turning Paris Hiltons dogs into the size of that dog in the movie, Beethoven (love that movie, by the way). So you know, I act cool(!), we leave and Aaron and I start like FREAKING OUT about the mullet.

I know I'm exaggerating a little (a lot?), but I know that once I wash it I'm gonna be trailer park-worthy, and let's face it - I can't pull off the Jgirl look either. So alas, after a restless night of tossing, turning and stroking the mullet, I decided that today after school (the mullet is pinned up today) I will be chopping the mullet and returning to my sophomore year of college short hair look. But, uh, change is good right?

As Bob Dylan once said: How many mullets must a girl go through, before she can sleep at night? The rat tails, my friend, are blowing in the wind. The rat tails are blowing in the wind.

love,
Melissa Mullet Curran

PS - Dont bother asking for pictures. Just do a Google image search of Joan Jett, you know the 'I love Rock N Roll' lady...