The Beard Goes, You Stay!

My costume was pretty mediocre this year. But, more importantly, I shaved for the first time in three years. (I know! Because there's a lack of clean-shaven pictures of me on the Interwebs.)

Let me try to recreate every single explanation of my costume:


Them: Blank stare.

Me: "Jack Nicholson from Chinatown?"

Them: "Oh! I knew that."

This girl Katy and I had a heated discussion about her sister. Then her daughter. Then her sister. Then her daughter. For the love of God we couldn't get a good picture, no matter how many times I smacked her.


Another three year moratorium was lifted, too: I danced. Well, not so much danced as scratched my nose.


So (internal) debate rages to keep a stubble or go back to the beard. Before you know it I won't need my glasses anymore. And I don't know if it's my strength but this chair no longer keeps—breaking!