07 January 2011

Drinking and Shaving, part I

I have this funny feeling that tomorrow morning's shave is going to be substantially more difficult and noticeably less comfortable due to this afternoon's episode of drinking and shaving.

A diamond martini, inspired by my recollection of the tale of a diamond martini from my youth (see below), coupled with my 1956 Gillette TTO and a face full of lather resulted in a chin possessed of less skin, more blood and a throbbing "hello".

Don't do it.

Unless a pressing social engagement requires you to shave after having imbibed of a massive martini, I would err on the side of a fuzzy chin.

Just a thought.

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