Chris Gets a Perm

After a long stretch of work I am back!  This time I am going to have some fun with my family.  Namely my brother, Chris.  Now, before you accuse me of being mean to my brother, realize he has told many embarassing stories about me.  Knowing him, he may start his own blog just to tell a doozy about me.

The year was 1989.  We were in between houses and not the richest family out there by far.  So a lot of our hair care was done at home.  I always wanted curly hair so a perm was the easiest solution.  My Mom would go out and buy the perm in a box from the drugstore and had a stash of plastic rods and tissue paper to make my wishes a reality.  Well, apparently my brother was a little jealous of the attention I was getting and decided he wanted a perm of his own.  Or who knows, this was the same year David Hasselhoff appeared at the Berlin Wall in that light up jacket so maybe he just wanted to look like the Hoff.  Scary thought.

So Mom decided to give my brother his wish.  Chris was sitting in the chair and his head was soon covered in plastic curling rods.  What Chris did not realize was just how long those rods stay in your hair.  After the super smelly chemical formula is put on the hair, it has to stay there for 40 minutes and can't drip everywhere.  The solution for this is a see through shower cap.  So here is Chris, walking around the place feeling slightly humiliated in perm rods and a shower cap.  Next thing I know, I hear a loud, "NOOOO!!!" and a bright flash.  Apperently, Mom had sneaked off and found Chris's camera, which conveniently only had one picture left on it (Ahh, the good old film days).  I'm not sure which Chris was more upset about.  Having the humiliating moment caught on camera or his last picture being used up.  He would never ask for a perm again.

That picture has probably been the best blackmail photo we have.  It gives a perfect shot of the rods and his mouth and eyes wide open as he's yelling "No!"  There was a time when Chris was making me mad.  So while he had some friends over, I casually walked by and dropped the picture in their laps.  Within seconds, the friends were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes.  Chris has threatened in the past to destroy the photo, but my Mom has it strategically hidden.  I think now he has just accepted the picture exists and just acts cool when it comes out.  But alas, my dear brother, look at the bright side.  You no longer have your curly locks.  The Hoff still does.

Live life to the fullest,

Culture Girl