Hairyness is next to Godlyness.

Less than two days left. That's right. Two days.

It only took an entire month of not shaving, constant banter, witty ripostes to recount the constant peer group flack and a feeling of hairy inadequacy to get to this point.

I reckon I've done pretty well if I do say so myself.

This isn't my final thought as I need to actually have a final thought before I can put it into words but I guess I wanted to have a penultimate post that warmed me up for tomorrow and prepared me for the loss of my hairy brethren.

Saturday will be a strange day, I'll be missing something. Something that has been part of my appearance for the first time in my life, something that was unique to me, something that I was told couldn't be done and for all intents and purposes shouldn't be done. But I did it. I grew it it. It became a hairy signature on my face and although I wish it away at this point it stands as a metaphor of achievement for all things Movember means to me.

I won't forget it. I'll still have my Facebook photos, my gallery photos, this blog and possibly the same 30 days next year to recount on the year that was, the time that has been, and the journey gone by.

So, to Gala or not to Gala is the next question. Do I party it up with my Mo-Bro's and Sista's or do I just cruise by on my Friday night? I have costume, I have will, I have Mo, perhaps that Parte is calling me after all.

Now to find some aviators, a head band, a tight tshirt and put on my best blue denim 70's suit. May God have mercy on our souls.