I don’t technically get out of my sling until the ninth, but apparently beards are scratchy and
make me look like I’m in the Marshall Tucker band, and despite having “Heard it In a Love Song” stuck in my head pretty much all the time, I wussed out and shaved…mostly.
I left the sweet ‘stache. I’ve gotten a lot of comments on it, but all I care about are yours. Also, you can still donate to men’s health at my Movember page, and keep up with my Mustache growing progress.
Having a mustache has been an adventure. I’ve found that I have a lot more freedom in accessorizing my head, and it was all I could do not to blow my grocery money in the hat store when my sister was here last week. I can put on a proud look, and pull off Greek Revolutionary, or squint a bit for a Bill the Butcher. My sister had my favorite comparison, Teddy Roosevelt, who we think was the only US President who had a mustache and no beard. Finally, my Uncle Steve (some of my family was in Chicago for a wedding this weekend) said I look like Lech Walesa, the second president of Poland. I suppose you can decide for yourself:
Suggest a Mustachio’d Costume in the Comments – I’ll put up a picture of me. As that. It’s on.