This One's for You, Sam
Think hair, think people whose names start with “Sam,” and you might think of Samson (tricked into a haircut by Delilah, who knew it was the source of his strength, or so goes the Biblical tale). If your name is Sam or any variation of it, you’re likely to have a better haircut experience than Samson’s at the “Sam-Tastic” Free Haircuts for Sams weekend at the newest local Fantastic Sams salon. Show an ID that proves your name is a variation of “Sam,” such as Sami, Samantha or Samuel, and you get a free haircut. Seriously—free.
Those of us whose names don’t have much to do with Sam can simply pay for a cut, trim or other service from the full salon menu. With some luck, we’ll all leave worthy of a compliment like the one The Stranger gave in The Big Lebowski—“I like your style, Dude.” The Stranger, by coincidence—or not—is played by Sam Elliott. “Sam-Tastic” event hours are 9am to 7pm today, 9am to 6pm Saturday and 10am to 5pm Sunday at 330 Eubank NE, Suite A. Fantastic Sams • Fri Mar 14 • 9am • FREE • ALL-AGES! • View on Alibi calendar
Undocumented and Refurbished
One of the great things about living in Albuquerque is that I have this newfound sense of adventure. Mind you, I usually have more of a self-conscious apprehension of doing anything out of the ordinary. It's borderline obsessive to think about how much I hate to stray from the formula (whatever the formula may be). A mundane example would be how much it bothers me when something interrupts my morning routine i.e. Having to stop for gas on the way to work because I didn't do it the night before. The thought before the action drives me crazy.
Having said that … being in Albuquerque has awakened something. Not sure what it is, but I find myself saying “yes” to more things, and not in a contrived, Jim Carrey movie-inspired way. It's more that I've learned to let go and just say “to hell with it.” Maybe the Burque mentality is rubbing off. Not sure. But in terms of new experiences, here are a few snippets:
I ate at Tucano's Brazilian Grill (which was outrageously delicious). I wish I had more details beyond that, but considering I had a death cold and was forced to sit upright and place pieces of delicious food in my mouth, the meal itself was a magnificent feat.
I went to Knockouts. This undocumented foray into a strip club was my first. Sure, I had offers way back when, but to a warm-blooded, homosexual man, seeing women do the tootsie to Kelis wasn't exactly on my list of things to do before I meet my maker. But, a “straight” friend said I was his boyfriend to get me in the club for free. Needless to say, I had drinks with neon ice cubes (weird!), gave some $1 bills to a woman in a fishnet tutu (do those really exist?) and laughed harder than I can ever recall.
And lastly, I shaved my head and took my first bathroom picture to prove it. This may not seem like such a big deal, but I haven't had a shaved head since I was in seventh grade, and I think it mostly had to do with people constantly telling me I had beautiful hair and should let it grow. So I did. Maybe it was the mountain air, the high altitudes, or just something I ate, but out came the clippers and off went the hair. I can't say I like it, but it is an interesting change. As for documenting it, I rarely stand in bathrooms long enough to pull out my phone and take a snapshot, but I think it was warranted.
Until next week, Burque.