The Dude is Dead?
Monday, June 20, 2011 at 2:24PM | by Giller June was always going to be a go-slow month for me as the effort of the Ras would exhaust my motivation for throwing a leg over the bike somewhat. However, the month would provide a couple of distractions too. It was time for the other joys in life to get in the way; I was to be groomsman at one wedding in Monaghan and then best-man at another one in Switzerland. I was unsure as to what this would mean for the dude as I fully expected I was going to be under pressure to tidy up the look (and thereby make my mom's day). Despite all the dude has managed to overcome I wasn't sure if he would be able to survive the pressures of someone else's preferences when he would be sitting front-row in prime view of the cameras on their big day.
The dude managed to survive the first wedding unscathed. The bride and groom took the humble view that they were in fact the stars of their wedding and if they were to frame any photos from the day it would likely be one or two of them. The dude might sneak into a few in the photo-album but the look was no big deal. They in fact endorsed it wanting the dude present at the wedding in his official capacity (as a quasi circus-act). Thus, the dude happily obliged with b&w Converse, white dude shades and a frilly black shirt for the tuxedo event once he slipped out of his morning suit.
As for the next wedding, the dude was immediately under pressure to fight for his life. The groom has zero hipster sentiment and is in fact a fully-fledged metrosexual. Surprisingly, the bride never had to reveal her hand as the groom left the dude under no illusions that there were to be no apparitions of Jesus in his wedding photos. What's the dude to do, being best-man to one of his best friends and all? I took it that I would have to lose the Jesus look, fair enough, so I cut the beard down to a Tom Selleck and some mutton chops. I accepted then, that I would have to chop some of the hair. While I wasn't prepared to go all the way back to a corporate cut I would have to go at least some of the way. Cool, there was no way I could be mistaken for Jesus now so perhaps I had fulfilled the brief and survived death-row. Haha, no chance! On arrival in Switzerland the groom sentenced me to a clean-shaven look stating that I looked really creepy. Oh well, at least I can always grow it back. While it felt like a bit of an imposition initially, the dude is always open to change.
The question now is whether the dude will come back from the dead?
Long live the dude!
wedding #1
the execution
wedding #2 and as things now stand!
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