This photo memory sort of caught me off guard as I've pretty much had facial hair for the past three decades, dating back to when my ESL boyfriend snapped at me in 1996 during an unrelated fight that "You know I don't like goatee"!
Um, I do now. (My first beard and first selfie might be HERE!)
But I'm thinking I must have shaved in order to "look presentable" as my American Airlines pilot friend's free companion for our trip to London and Ireland in 2000. If you're thinking that doesn't quite make sense -- your passport photo would have been taken weeks if not years beforehand -- I would point you to THIS POST, which details my leaving all of my belongings in a hackney carriage and later having to stand in line at the American Embassy to procure a replacement on the spot!
As it would happen, the post also features a fun memory of my friend Larry Brickman, whose 20th death anniversary just passed. I marked the occasion by sending his partner, Chris, these photos I came upon while going through old files.
Of all the things in my lifetime, his freak death still haunts me the most. God, I miss that guy. xo
