Back to conformity...err...reality

As some of you know (and have commented on...ahem, Mr. Evans and Mr. Lavassaur), I started growing my hair out earlier this summer. It wasn't so much that I had the goal of getting a head of long, flowing locks, but it was more of "last fling" - my final jab at conventionalism before I had to enter the straight-laced world of practicing the law. The funny thing is, Missi started out as my biggest opponent, and after about 6 weeks of growth she was actually sort of enjoying it. As you can tell from these before/after pics, however, I was definitely needing to get a trim because it was just starting to look nasty.

A couple of random photos taken by Sam



Self-portrait with the new 'do taken in Washington D.C.