I'm as 'Stacheless as the Day I Was Born

Well this might be old news now, but I shaved off the mustache about two weeks ago. And I didn't think I'd post anything about it, but I received some amazingly kind words on the 'stache from my good friend Greg the other day that I felt made the event worthy of a post. Here are his words:

"...congratulations for enduring such a fine mustache for so long! As a male capable of growing a mustache but clearly too lazy and undetermined to pull off such a feat, I saw your magnificent lip plumage as a glimmering symbol of hope for us all in an otherwise bleak and stacheless world. And though it's sad to see it go, all good things of course must come to an end at some time."

He went on to share that today (Nov. 18th) is "Have Sex With A Guy With A Mustache Day". I'm always so great with timing. Though I have no doubt that even with my powerful mustache, no woman (or man, for that matter) would have celebrated this day with me.

It's pretty funny, in my everyday life, hardly anyone has said anything about the missing 'stache. Most people just kind of do a double take, but don't actually say anything. My own mother didn't even notice in person...she discovered via Facebook. But man, my Facebook friends TORE ME A NEW ONE! They were quite unpleased.

I leave you now with the video documenting my fallen 'stache. Enjoy. I miss it already.