What happens in Vegas
Other than the hell known as Navy bootcamp, I've had a moustache since High School (and from 1974-1983 a full beard).
When you've had face hair most of your life, it sort of defines you in a way that no other "thing" in your body or clothing does.
It also sort of defines the way that one conducts their daily routine.
Last month when I was returning from the California desert via a weekend in Las Vegas, the moustache came off.
More big news later... my upper lip is cold.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
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4 comments:
yikes.
I have twisted my moustache in memory.
Nice smile!
It's true what you say about how hair defines you to others in odd ways. When i started cutting my hair off people would ask me, "When did you grow the beard?"
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