There’s one good thing about my beloved Kings getting swept in the first round of the NHL playoffs. My annual playoff beard is no more. I waited almost an hour after the game was over to shave it off.
The color has faded considerably to pleasant pastel shades. Plus, after almost six weeks, there’s a layer of grey underneath that is bothersome, at best.
As usual, with the beard, I look like a homeless guy. In this case, a homeless guy with $100+ to blow on getting pretty, pretty princess hair.
The question now is whether or not I will just buzz off the color and keep it short, or go back to Alonzo and have it re-colored. It could go either way.
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