"In 1997, I decided it would be a great idea to have a New Year's Eve party. What was conceived as a raging hoe down ended up a strange affair, where people huddled around a small tv set watching the countdown, people who didn't know each other got the opportunity to have stilted and awkward conversations with each other, and one of the guests decided it would be a good idea to get a haircut. In my bathroom. This is what happens when you have a party without alcohol. Here, Jennifer watches as the haircut takes place. She was my friend's college roommate, barely five foot two, a clean-cut giggly little thing. She was part of the crew through coincidence more than anything else, if she hadn't been our friend's roommate, we never would've met her, let alone hung out with her. Nothing wrong with the girl, just different tastes, different sensibilities. But that was college, and slightly post-college. You were thrown together with a bunch of people, and slowly but surely you formed a group of friends from all the available folks. Eventually, the odd ends fall away. I think she's a veterinarian now."
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