I did the No-Shave November thing this year, mostly by accident. I didn’t shave for the first week of November, not because of the event, but because by nature I am a lazy man. Then someone asked if I was doing the event, so, at that point, I figured: why not? I convinced a work friend to join me, also badgering him into agreeing to shave off our beards at the end of the month, so that on the last day of November we’d go into work with only our moustaches. I’ve never had just a moustache before, but again I figured: why not? I’d either end up looking like Burt Reynolds or Kip Dynamite. I was willing to roll the dice.
former work friend was unable to complete the journey with me, but I made it to the end. Off went the beard on 11/29, and on 11/30 I swaggered into work, thoroughly moustachioed.
I don’t know about you, but I think I’d call that an unqualified success.
2 thoughts on “The Life and Death of a Beard”
That mustache. #nope. The beard was fine though.
Haha. Moustache got shaved off last night, so you won’t have to see it again for another year.