For one brief evening I had the privilege of experiencing a facial hair mecca. Beards converged and mighty moustaches duked it out, all in hopes of besting one another in categories like "best groomed moustache", "chops", and "freestyle beard". The ladies even got their own category (insert shudders and/or delight). The icing on the cake came in the form of "gnarliest beard", a category for die-hards only, with the winner taking home a trophy to back up what we all knew... "man, that takes dedication". David Lee Roth, in his wonderfully clad spandex heyday of 1985, I think summed it up best in the poetic solo triumph "Just Like Paradise". Thanks Misprint! And of course, thanks bearded gents!