The end

The interpretive season has come to a close. So now I have a job just five days a week, thankfully. Seven days just killed me. So now I can have a social life. So that's fun. That also means I go from rocking some sweet chops...





...to sporting just a regular old beard.
And it only took ten days to grow it back out. How fun. One can never really argue with facial hair for the sake of ones job. Especially when they were as sweet as the full on mutton chops a la Ambrose Burnsides and many many others from the 1800s. I think that everyone who is capable of growing a full beard should try out the mutton chops for a couple of months. You will not believe the looks that you get.