Niños Bonitos

I awoke this morning to a very disturbing sound. A sound I hadn't heard in quite some while. It was the sound of a razor being dragged across someones face. As some of you may have noticed in the pictures we were beginning to look a little rustic. That is because we had made a pact to not shave. Lo and behold while everyone else was sleeping Jose seized the opportunity to break the pact and shave. In his defense he was simply cleaning up his beard and didn't shave it all off right away. Greg ridiculed him with accusations or being a part of a female anatomy and that he had to shave because he is whipped and his wife told him to. Then Greg practiced the ultimate hyprocrisy and shaved his entire beard off. Jose then leaped on this opportunity to shave his entire face. So they are both now cleany shaven. In hindsight I should we should have made some sort of bet to see who could hold out the longest, but I figured a friendly pact would suffice since I assumed they were both honorable individuals. I was wrong. To make it even worse they both looked reasonably presentable whereas anyone who has seen me during Mustache March knows I can't grow facial hair to save my life. I'm happy to report that I am still sporting the scruff and although I may look ridiculous when I look at myself in the mirror, at least I can look at myself in the mirror knowing that I have a shred of honor left and a few shreds of hair on my chin.


Greg Before and Greg After


Jose Before and Jose After