For the last eleven months I’ve been cultivating a beard. I told everyone at work I’d shave it when we reached a certain milestone at work. Well, the work thing finally happened today. True to my word, the beard is gone, as of about 20 minutes ago.
I’m not excited about shaving (nearly) every day again, but I do look forward to eating without
I’m over this winter stuff!
A couple weeks ago, I departed for a business trip to Romania. Upon my return, I headed to a local barbershop for a shave and a haircut ((“Two bits!”)). This was the longest and thickest and most luxurious my beard has ever become, and knowing we were about to leave Germany for a week of warmer climes, I thought a professional beard trimmer might be a good way to kick off a sunny vacation. Plus, thinking of all the border control measures, I look a lot more like the picture in my passport now.
This was my first-ever paid shave. A tiny Southeast Asian barber lady at the mall took good care of my face during the whole process.
I hold the record for the number of straight razor blades dulled during one shave job: 3 She never encountered a beard which dulled three razors before. I am oddly proud of that, somehow.
After the shave was completed, my skin was a little irritated, but she was very careful not to cut me, and after a few hours the redness disappeared.
On the way home, I noticed how cold the wind was for the first time this winter. I’m ready for Spring now.
Had a little fun with the auto-barbering prior to getting a haircut yesterday. Roll your mouse over the images for the description or clue as to what I was going for. After my haircut (11€, details at C+M), I finally ditched my Winterbard.