Keine Rafflecopter-ID angegeben. 🙁I usually have a beard in the winter, and I usually don’t have a beard in the spring. I often shave for Easter morning, and in fact this year I had a great plan to shave my facial hair into a Lin-Manuel Miranda style goatee for our Hamilton tribute that day. But it was not to be.
I received an email, asking me to not shave or trim my beard until our performance of Handel’s Esther with the Middlebury Bach Festival. That performance is tonight. And I have not shaved or trimmed my beard in months. I look like a scraggly mountain person or, hopefully, Mordecai.
And not only did this ruin my Easter plans, but, I don’t know if you have noticed, it’s been really hot lately. My face longs to breathe. No one should have a beard when it is 80° out. Unless hot, sweaty faces are their thing. Then, be my guest.
It’s almost impossible to drink a milkshake! And who knows what else has been trapped in the silky confines of my luxurious facial hair?! There could be a whole colony of mole people living in there for all I know. Like Mary Poppins’ bag, I’m pretty sure you could reach your hand into my beard and pull out almost anything imaginable. A lamp. A yardstick. Anything!
That may be an exaggeration, but I will still be very happy to be rid of the thing. So if you want to see my beard in it’s full, final glory, come tonight to Middlebury College. My beard is giving one final performance, and then retiring tomorrow. At least for the rest of the season. I’m sure it will be back next year. You know, when it’s cold out.