Hiatus:
Adam: “You haven’t blogged in a while.”
Mustache Panache: “That’s because I don’t get anyone telling me about my *WaCkY* beard. I have nothing to blog about.”
Adam: “Well you should. What do I have to do to get on it?”
MP: “That.”
Adam: “Well make sure you take another shirtless pic.”
MP: “…”
Final Sale:
Mustache Panache: “So this will be final sale, is that okay?”
Customer: “Yeah that’s fine. I really like your mustache.”
MP: “Thank you!”
Customer: “I’m sure you get that all the time.”
MP: “Actually, it’s been a really long time since anyone has said anything about it.”
It’s true. There has been a real dearth of mustache-related interaction recently.
Fixie Perfect:
Finally got my bike back from Kelly today. Riding up the walkway from the Esplanade to Mass Ave., a big group of bros walk by. One exclaims apostrophically, “Sick ‘stache!”
PS I’m on the phone with Allison Janice.
Last Week of Undergrad Edition:
On Wednesday, I turned in my thesis with Katie, and we went to the Sweetwater to have a drink (and a meal). A couple sat down next to us as we were about to leave. The man, whom I did not recognize, said, “Whoa! Your mustache used to be really long!” And then, totally crestfallen, he uttered, “But you trimmed it…”
I looked at Katie, then back to him. ”How did you know that?” I asked.
Man: “How could you not know?”
Ah yes, a very compelling argument.
Katie and I left. A few seconds later, she asked, “Was I…was I just present for a blog moment?”
You sure were, Katie. You sure were.
what? u cut ur moustache? -.-
Indeedily do. It’s trimmed, but not gone. And people still comment on it.
Dopplegangbang:
Is doppledating not the most erotic? Maybe only for fa99ots.
Eric:
He, drunk, “already on the moon,” clapped me on the shoulders, said, “Very nice to meet you. Keep blogging about that mustache; I want to read about it.” Then he stroked it with both his thumbs. That was different.
And Yet:
I saw a canvasser a couple weeks ago on Newbury Street. He said, “Can we trade mustaches? Yours is so cool!”
I know, and no.
Today, I was walking in Harvard, and somehow there he was again. ”What haaapened!?” he cried.