Now, I realize March is now over, but I thought I'd fill you in on what happened on the final, momentous day of the month past. To give prelude, Mandatory Mustache March is an event explained well by its title. Like its more familiar counterpart, No-shave November, Mandatory Mustache March calls all who have the ability to grew facial hair to let loose those little hair follicles, to do what they are made to do! So, in response to the challenge, myself, Dave, and few other brave and adventurous souls took to heart March's challenge.There are a few things I must say before I continue. I must admit, for the majority of the month of March my mustache was accommodated and supplemented with as healthy a beard as I could grow. Some may call this weakness, but I, looking back, would call this dramatic effect. And I also must admit that I had one, full trim during that time. But this, I would call self-consciousness.
But, at last, for one final hurrah, the beard was shaved off and the mustache remained, and Dave and I prepared ourselves for a day that will never be forgotten, though the erasing of it's images will be the desire of many!
I can't give account to exactly what Dave and I were thinking when we donned our plaid shirts, pulled on our blue jeans and looped, through loops, the belts with the biggest buckles we could find (out of the few minutes it took us to get dressed). Nor can a give word to what our exact thoughts were when we tucked those plaid shirts into our buckle-fastened blue jeans. I guess the only thing I could say we were thinking was that this, this day, was the 31st of March, and we wanted to give the greatest showing of our Mandatory Mustaches as we could manage. And we did...
Photo Credits to Shelly Perry (without her photo-shooting skills the images of this day would not have been captured for the rememberance of all, Ode-to-Perry!)
