So it’s been a few crazy months, hasn’t it? A pandemic that’s kept me working from home, a socially distant wedding in the middle of it all, hell lets be honest: 2020 has been crazy up to this point, but through it all, I’ve had one constant this entire time: my beard. (And my amazing bride and awesome dog, but this post is about my beard…you get the point) My friend, my companion, my beard has always there. I’ve let him get a little wild these past few months where I’ve only been seeing family. Sure there have been a few WebEx and Zoom calls, but that’s been it. You can blame it on being stir-crazy or just wanting to mix things up with everything being so cookie-cutter day in and day out, but for the first time in at least 3-4 years, I decided to chop him off. I decided to shave my face in its entirety.
Two things are unique with this event: this is the first time I’ve had my face clean-shaven since I started shaving my head a few years ago, and this is also the first time my wife has ever seen my chin. (Had to nail her down first!)
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So whenever you do such a drastic removal of facial hair, it’s state law that you shave it in different configurations as you work your way down, I swear. So of course I hit the goatee, the Cap’n Lou, a Fu Manchu, and mustache on my way down to a bare face!
I admit it’s weird. My lips seem crazy big to me right now, I don’t remember my face looking this round either. Plus the wife and daughter aren’t fans. Essentially all this means is: tomorrow is day 1 of the new beard!!
Because I can’t stand this, gotta get this bad boy grown back out!!
Why the hell did I do this to myself? I blame you COVID! I blame you!