The execution of facial hair
That is what my grandmother thinks that should be done to all facial hair.
Execution. She is very insistent.
So I decided after a week of not shaving to just go with it. I always had mad respect for the Indiana Jones look. And in years past I had paid tribute to that look. But sometimes you just have to go full cycle.
This is what has been called a "back alley Dublin thug" by Galen G...
Someone give this guy a slapjack!
... or the "union organizing dockworker" according Andy C.
Someone else mentioned Pap Finn, but I don't think I am quite that country.
Needless to say, Grandma has not been happy about my appearance during this Lenten season.
I started the facial hair advance around the beginning of Lent. Giving up shaving was a breeze. My father would always give up canned beer for Lent. O the sacrifice we Catholics make!
The beard has been fun. But also rather itchy.
I was invited to a moustache party that was held last weekend. I figured that would be a good time to shave off the beard. So I set forth the execution in stages.
First I went for the "crazed relief pitcher" look.
So after that I just went with the traditional moustache.
This one below says "third district patrol" to me.
Or maybe, as John B said: "Carny."
Or as I like to remember this 'stache picture to the right, the "pondering carny."
Now here is the carcass of the executed moustache:
Execution. She is very insistent.
So I decided after a week of not shaving to just go with it. I always had mad respect for the Indiana Jones look. And in years past I had paid tribute to that look. But sometimes you just have to go full cycle.
This is what has been called a "back alley Dublin thug" by Galen G...Someone give this guy a slapjack!
... or the "union organizing dockworker" according Andy C.
Someone else mentioned Pap Finn, but I don't think I am quite that country.
Needless to say, Grandma has not been happy about my appearance during this Lenten season.
I started the facial hair advance around the beginning of Lent. Giving up shaving was a breeze. My father would always give up canned beer for Lent. O the sacrifice we Catholics make!
The beard has been fun. But also rather itchy.
I was invited to a moustache party that was held last weekend. I figured that would be a good time to shave off the beard. So I set forth the execution in stages.
First I went for the "crazed relief pitcher" look.
So after that I just went with the traditional moustache.
This one below says "third district patrol" to me.
Or maybe, as John B said: "Carny."
Or as I like to remember this 'stache picture to the right, the "pondering carny."
Now here is the carcass of the executed moustache:
Labels: facial hair, goose gossage, grandma, moustache, mustache
posted by Steven Fitzpatrick Smith at 3:32 PM
5 Comments:
What's a "mustache party"?
yeah, uh, here are pix from last year's party. Not for the weak of heart.
i must admit that I really like the crazed relief pitcher stache....very sexy. The regular moustache does nothing for your mug. Kinda makes you look like a dad...not in a good way.
grandma is right. your face is too cute to hide it behind all that hair. lucky for me the husband doesn't do a good job of making beards.
on another note: i am so excited for the non-smoking Royale!!!! I've been missing my vodka gimlets.
I appreciate that you tagged this post using both spellings ... "mustache" and "moustache."
Thank you as always for the entertainment! Love the crazed relief pitcher mustashio. Classic. You look like Bill McClellan from across the office with that stashe!
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