Beard of my Life

I will be seeing my very bearded boyfriend tomorrow. And I am more than excited. I'll post him here.

He sent me this today, stating that the man should be wearing a crown. This is amazing. I want a poster of this.



Finally, Moustache Party (la fete de moustache!!!) on Saturday @ my home. Come.

Mopstache

From my friend Kelsey,

"I can't even drink anymore! Most of the liquid soaks in my moustache. Ugh."

Also,

There is a big brown cut-out moustache on my big window on the corner of Forest and Congress. Under the stache reads, "All's Fair in Facial Hair." I'm surprised it took me this long.

Finally, a friend linked this to me:

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

HAHA!

That's all for now!

Kearsarge Tower

Last Saturday, November 14, I hiked Mount Kearsarge with three of my friends/The Outdoor Adventure Club from USM. It was a drizzly day, and the ride to New Hampshire involved one fender bender and two wrong roads. But we finally made it to the base of the trail and started up 3.1 miles.

This being my first New England hike, it was pleasantly straightforward. A mix of covered trail, open slabs of rock, and moss covered rocks at the summit, the hike was interesting at every turn. The overcast sky caused photographic lighting to be absolutely keen. We reached the summit somewhere between noon and 1. Ahead in the distance was a tower, standing strong in the sweeping clouds, beckoning us toward it. When climbing the tower stairs, I almost blew away from the wind and rain. I entered the tower and pushed the door shut behind me against the howling weather.


Inside was cozy. No heating, no chairs, but four magnificent walls of windows to see the absolute nothingness that surrounded us. Even the banister outside was partly hidden in the clouds, which were almost running past our still shelter. We opened our packs of food and reloaded ourselves with calories. I was glad to have saved my hot Americano in my thermos to now warm up on. Nice call. Here is Johnny Wise eating while my lens drowns in raindrops :(.



While discussing what to write in the guest book kept in the tower, a man walks up the stairs and into the tower. My facial-hair-feelings kick in. He's got a moustache! Lightbulb! About 5 minutes later, his friend walks in, and HE has a beard. We talk about where we're from, all of us from Maine. We eat, exchange thoughts. But as I sense their readiness to depart, I can't keep my mouth shut any longer. I refuse to pass this up!

So, still on a high from the hike, I gregariously ask them about their facial hair. Throw them off with my abruptness? It was a risk. But, thankfully, they play right along. Smiling, Mr. Moustache says, "A lot of hunters won't shave until they get a deer." This is similar to the idea of the "Playoff Beard," a beard kept for good luck during the hockey playoffs. I was very amused when I discovered this. After they learned about my outstanding fetish for facial hair (with the help of my knowing friends), they asked me why I moved to Maine from Alaska. "Well, to meet you guys!" I replied.

Only a short array of questions were asked as we were all ready to head down the mountain. The basics; such as how long they have each held onto their facial hair of choice. Peter Gillingham, with the 'stache, is a Mainer from Standish and teaches seventh grade social studies (to which I thought but didn't mention, pogonology, the study of beards, is technically a social study, too"). He has kept his moustache for ~twenty years. He'll trim it, but only shave it off every year or so.

Neither Peter or his friend, Russ, have any problems with facial hair at their job. Mr. Beard, or Russ Brown from Waterford, is a school psychologist. He has recently grown his beard back after years of being clean shaven. The last time he had a beard was in 2005, and he says his current length of ~1/2 inch is his usual. I asked Russ why he grew a beard, and he asked me what other people say to this question. I explained the usual answers; to prove manliness, to keep warm, to change the shape of one's face. He seemed amused at the answers, but admitted his beard to be a product of sheer laziness. Finally, I said to Russ, "I was going to ask if you ever get anything stuck in your beard but I'm pretty sure I saw some trail mix in there earlier." He said the only time he gets things stuck in his beard is every time he eats.

While offering thanks in the form of Hershey's Dark chocolate with Pomegranate (WHICH IS DELICIOUS), I asked them what brought them up to Mount Kearsarge for a hike in the middle of November. While accepting a piece of the best chocolate ever, Peter grinned and said, "To meet you!"

Meant to be? Absolutely.

Thank you Abby!

thanks to abby for this. it's great!!

Lor Likely's Extra-Ordinary Inter-Active Moustache-O-Rama

ALSO,

my chiropractor is starting a website to raise awareness for cancer through his mustache. i cant believe i was sent to him through a referral and he's growing a stache...unbelievable match.

anyways, stay tuned for updates. new short interviews coming up soon..

RENA

understanding

just so you know where i'm coming from with this whole "adoring beards" thing, check out a photo of a couple friends of mine and their friends in front of the "Into The Wild" bus in Alaska:



BEARDS.

(missed connections) #7

first Friday art walk
portland m4w 11.7.09
beard


I thought I caught your eye in the gallery at MECA last night.
You were: Cute! Shortish brown hair, brown shoes, brown leggings, brown pattern on your skirt. But your eyes were blue (like your friends jacket).
Me: Scruffy with my beard and woolly sweater. Tan suede jacket. Dark rimmed glasses.

Was it just me? Would love to talk, not just exchange glances across the room.

Lamp Beard

eric favreau, lampbeard.

(missed connections) #6

Gorgeous blue eyed CBD barista
w4m 10.30.09 portland
beard

You have a beard, a great smile & those sexy blue eyes! I just want you to know, you make my day.