Sunday, December 19, 2010

Getting A Barbershop Shave: A Nevin Barich Blog Experience

There are many things in life that a man needs to do at least once. Among them: Backpack through Europe. Visit Fenway Park and pretend to be a Yankees fan. And eat a fried Twinkie.

And over the weekend, I found another one to add to the list:

Getting a barbershop shave.

Recently, some friends and I visited the good people at The Art of Shaving in Las Vegas, and treated ourselves to what's called "The Royal Shave." As a part of royalty, you get the works: Hot towels, straight razor, lather, facial massage, the works. You sit for 45 minutes as the hands of experience sculpt your face in a way a plastic surgeon never could.

Honest to God: It's heaven on Earth.

I mean, when you walk in the barber lies you down, invites you to put your feet up and take your shoes off, and proceed to make you feel like you are the only person who matters in the world. For 3/4 of an hour, you feel like the king of the world as you treat yourself and your face to tender loving care that you previously only got from your wife, with the added benefit of Italian opera playing in the background.

It's very Godfather-like. It makes you feel like Moe Greene, right before he got clipped through the barbershop window.

Here's the way I see it. Women have their facials. Women have their manicures. Women have their pedicures. Women have their spa days. In fact, when you think about it, women have just about every relaxation method offered to them under the sun!! What do men have that's both socially acceptable and won't get them in trouble with the wife to enjoy? (the second part eliminates both strip clubs and lap dances) If you think about it, the barbershop shave is man's only release. Where a man can be a man and talk to other men about men things, like sports and cars and action movies and "these kids today" and "in my day" and "look at the ass on her" and beer.

Seriously, the experience couldn't be any better if they had bowls of pretzels and Guinness on tap.

So mean: Add barbershop shave to your bucket list. Enjoy the experience of your face feeling like a baby's bottom.



And now for this week's:


Tony Romo is engaged to a pageant queen.

I'm sure this is a marriage built to last.


Monika said...

My husband got one once and he wasn't impressed. Glad you liked it.

Anonymous said...

I've bugged my husband for years to get one. I think he'd love it!!

Anonymous said...

A baby's bottom, Nev?

Cindy said...

I'd always be worried that the barber would be overcome by a murderous impulse while wielding that straight razor and slit my throat. Glad that did not happen to you, Nev.

Elly said...

what would be even better is if there was an old timey quartet singing as you guys got them

Phillip said...

Sweeney Todd anyone?

Anonymous said...

Italians have been doing this since the 20s loser!!!

Go eat your fried trinkie and shut the hell up; thanks for the invite jack@$$!