And on the last day, or perhaps the day before that, for they deemed it a ‘leap year’ and all was confusion, the beard it came to pass. And it was soft, and luxurious, and only a little patchy on the one side, not so as you would notice at least. And the hero approved of the beard, and it was good.
And there followed much clipping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth, and the sink became covered all about. But such was not the end of the beard. From the ashes arose a new sight, altogether more magnificent and grand. And they were sore afraid. And the new beard it burned, burned as though the sides were on fire. And the hero approved of this, and he wished it could stay so forever.
But it was not to be. The beard could not last, for this was not International Beard Month or even International Sideburns Month. The mustache must come forth; so it shall be, and so it was. And the hero made the best of it, considering.
And there was much rejoicing, and parties, and Miller Genuine Draft, and bowling. Amen.
And it came on the tenth day, as a dream in the night. Our hero was defeated, shaven to the smooth skin of a baby, cut down before his time. But upon awakening, the hero found himself whole and untouched, filled with a new purpose. Oh, and itching like crazy. Therefore the Beard found itself buoyed by the thought of not just victory, but a day devoted to celebration and hairy merriment:
Others might not understand, but those kind of people drink soy milk lattes and wear designer non-prescription glasses. One day you and I will face the world together, every day. Until that day there will be one day, The Day, the day of days, El Dia Del Mustache.
And the hero was uncertain. Would he be worthy of this new challenge?
And the hair, it came forth as though carried on a wave. And the chin was covered, and the cheeks, and the bits just under the ears, and the neck almost down to the chest. But alas, the upper lip stayed bereft, as least as far as anyone might tell. And the prophet spake again thusly:
On the whole, you should expect to start seeing telling results within a week, and some sort of “beard” thing within two. And no, there is no way to speed this up. Don’t go buying products advertising otherwise.
And the family rejoiced, and the friends were sore afraid.
And so it was predicted in the Book of All Things that the world shall see something new, a thing it may have imagined but was loath to request. Thus the prophet wrote:
Lo it shall be seen in the shortest month, the hairiest month. And all shall tremble in its admittedly-tiny wake. And have a gala beer party afterwards.
And there was much rejoicing.
Let it be known that I, Chris Radcliff, will refrain from shaving my beard for the entire month of February 2008. Why, you may ask? For the challenge:
The idea is simple: grow your beard throughout February, then shave back to a glorious mustache for a gala beer party at the end of the month.
On this site, we will chronicle the saga of the hairiest month, detail the ever-important rules, and provide a home for temporarily mustachioed men to unite.
More to follow, including regular updates on Apache Beard’s progress toward Mustacheland.