THE 2006 MUSTACHEO BASHEO
The mustache is not for everyone. Sure, these wonderous whiskers have been known to harbor tiny bits of food and inanimate objects, but if grown properly, many years of magnificent mane can be yours for the taking. With Hitler and Stalin permanently tainting what was a follicle feat, one can sympathize with the thought of remaining bare-lipped. This is not so with the first annual, 2006 Mustacheo Basheo...
The Mustacheo Basheo is a celebration of the hard work and surgical mastery that is necessary to maintain the brazen bristle we've come to know and love. Rodney (my hag's boyfriend) was one of the co-creators/judges of this fantastic fur festival that took place last week at OFF THE WAGON, a downtown Manhattan bar where he works. It was the place to be to gather some of the most comical coiffures I've ever seen. Brandishing what was a useless excuse for a mustache, I entered the bash immediately feeling dwarfed by some of the contestants who were competing for actual plaque awards. These plaques ranged from THE JEFFREY DAHMER AWARD (for someone who can barely call theirs a stache) to THE TOM SELLECK AWARD (for those who wield their stache as an extra limb).
With drinks a plenty and music loud enough to pierce your eardrum, my hag and I had a wonderful time mingling with the wickedly wooly. There was even a moment where I felt my mustache grow an inch or two as I stood among some of the bestial best. My hag (donning her very own grey stache) took plenty of pics for those interested in seeing our follicle friends in all their glory. Here's to looking forward to the 2007 Mustacheo Basheo. Maybe next year I'll have a chance on bringing home the coveted FREDDY MERCURY AWARD. Love it.
The Mustacheo Basheo is a celebration of the hard work and surgical mastery that is necessary to maintain the brazen bristle we've come to know and love. Rodney (my hag's boyfriend) was one of the co-creators/judges of this fantastic fur festival that took place last week at OFF THE WAGON, a downtown Manhattan bar where he works. It was the place to be to gather some of the most comical coiffures I've ever seen. Brandishing what was a useless excuse for a mustache, I entered the bash immediately feeling dwarfed by some of the contestants who were competing for actual plaque awards. These plaques ranged from THE JEFFREY DAHMER AWARD (for someone who can barely call theirs a stache) to THE TOM SELLECK AWARD (for those who wield their stache as an extra limb).
With drinks a plenty and music loud enough to pierce your eardrum, my hag and I had a wonderful time mingling with the wickedly wooly. There was even a moment where I felt my mustache grow an inch or two as I stood among some of the bestial best. My hag (donning her very own grey stache) took plenty of pics for those interested in seeing our follicle friends in all their glory. Here's to looking forward to the 2007 Mustacheo Basheo. Maybe next year I'll have a chance on bringing home the coveted FREDDY MERCURY AWARD. Love it.
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