my mustache

my brother phil turned 30 yesterday. to celebrate, he organized a mustache themed bar crawl in the west village area of NYC. we hit 7 bars in 7 hours. everyone had a mustache... if you couldn't grow one, you were given a fake one.

what was really rad about that was walking the streets of nyc as a gang of mustached mofo's and then walking up into new bars as a mustached gang. good times! we were definitely the raddest thing on the streets of nyc.

i've never rocked the stache before. i don't really dig them to tell you the truth. but for my brother's 30th bday, hell yea i'm gonna take part in the shenanigans. so i grew out a beard for about a month and the night before the event i shaved everything but the stache off my face.

when i first looked at my face with the stache, i was ready to rock it. i was even thinking of rocking it for a week after the party just so i could say i had a mustache phase at some point in my life. and at the beginning of the day it was all good. i was mustached with other mustached brethren.

and the feeling of mustache pride was reinforced every time we walked into a new bar and people inside the bar were hooting and hollering or pointing and taking pictures of us.

however, by the time i got to the end of the crawl, i started to get honest with myself. i've never liked mustaches. in fact, i think they look stupid (for the most part, i give a pass to the cast of the movie 'tombstone'). anytime i see a dude with a mustache, i think to myself, ok good for you... but i think it's dumb and i'd never rock that.

so i vowed right there and then to shave it off the moment i got home. this would be it. for 1 day of my entire life, i'd rock the stache. but that was it. i would only do it for this one day, for the high honor to be part of the awesome time that was phil's 30th b-day bar crawl.

i'm hella glad i rocked it for the day. and mustaches are awesome if you're part of a gang of other people also rocking mustaches. but as soon as that gang disappears, so goes any rational reason i'd want to have a mustache.

as soon as i got home, i grabbed a razor and slayed the stache. so long mustache phase. you were awesome for 1 day but outside of a bar crawl, i just can't think of any good reason to have a mustache at all.