A year ago, I had no idea that competitive bearding existed. And if I could imagine such a thing, I would have assumed Michelle Bachmann had won in all categories.
These days, beards are all around me. On my friends, at tap rooms, and at pretty much all the concerts I go to. Lumberjack chic is in. And so I ventured to Beard Off at First Ave with my well-bearded friend Chris.
This was a smorgasbord of facial hair my friends. Mustaches (waxed and natural), mutton chops, beards, and goatees (awww, bless). There were dapper men in suits, husky men in flannel, drunk men in kilts, and a few ladies too. Yes, there is stiff competition in the freestyle category, including sequins and Christmas lights.
Mike Fotis was the emcee, a name you might recognize from two days ago. He has a contagious childlike sense of enthusiasm, even when faced with mustard and corn flakes. The live music was also great, though I don’t remember the name of the band because beer.
If you want to know more about competitive bearding, watch Mansome. I recommend watching it drunk and being ready for a healthy dose of absurdity. Otherwise, you’ll have to wait until next year.