Friday, November 27, 2009

the glory of the upper lip dream machine



I tried to pull off a 1980's dirty stash for all but 20 minutes. I got as far as the aft of the ship with my 26-button white Mexican shirt & caught the back-end of an Acapulco sunset.



There is a strange comaraderie among men with straight-up stashes. That 20 minutes of awkwardness was worth every ounce of the head-nod I received from a man in his 50's sporting one glorious stash. It was a nod of knowing, a nod of recognition, acknowledgement, & pride. He was also comforting me & telling me to keep going, it gets better. I'm sure it does Mr. Stash man.



In the end, the dirty stash in all of it's glory had to be shaved- but not before experiencing one sweet Acapulcan sunset in an Authentic Mexican T.

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Anonymous said...

I'm currently trying to grow a stache. This blog has inspired me, and I now have a 'jump start' in my mustache career.