Justin: In the Feast of Being Able to. Amen.

I did it! Whew.

This weekend I did it.

I have been thinking I might for some time now, but I couldn’t muster the courage. After 8 years, I shaved my beard.

Unlike in previous years when I would suddenly go smooth-faced, this time I haven’t received many rude remarks. I know it doesn’t make sense, shaving right when the weather drops, but I just felt compelled. Gotta look good for Christmas!

So, anyway, I came to realize, half my friends have never even seen my face.

Partial log of comments:

  • Hi Val.
  • Dang.
  • Oh, baby.
  • You look like Rhea Perlman.
  • You look younger.
  • You look baby faced!
  • $%^*!
  • Now I realize, you were shaggy.
  • Can I touch it?
  • What possessed you?
  • You look like somebody… who is it?
  • HOLY COW. HOLY COW. HOLY COW
  • and my personal favorite:

  • YEA, BABY!!!!

I had forgotten how nice it is to be clean shaven, to be able to just quickly lather up and shave without having to carefully carve, tend, trim and thin. Ah well, in my recent weeks I had pretty much abandoned even that, going total grizzly adams.

Anyway, feels good.