I'm not Afraid to go Back

Since many people over the last few weeks told me I resembled a convict, I decided it would be fitting if I attended the Gala Parte as, well, a convict.  Needless to say I received several compliments, such as "sick costume", "damn, that is legit", and "holy sh--, that looks for real!".  Hey, the mean streets of Antioch breeds a different kind of dog, I guess.

However, as "legit" as my costume may have been, I was clearly overshadowed by those who obviously spent in excess of $100 to get outfitted for the night.  I'm on a tuna fish budget, I can't eat caviar.  I lost.  But it got me thinking about next year (yes, there will be a next year, and it will be bigger and badder than this year, I guarantee it).  I have to start planning like, tonight.  I saw a Hulk Hogan, one of my childhood heroes (I have the red Hulkamania hat to prove it) that made me want to bust a leg drop on the guy dressed as Jake the Snake Roberts with a rubber snake around his neck, a Ringo Starr that made me want to sing Yellow Submarine, a NASCAR team with a champagne celebration that made me want to purchase a 12-pack or Budweiser and sit in front of a TV all Sunday, and a Frida Kahlo that made me want to throw up.  Wait, a Frida Kahlo?  Yes, there was a woman dressed as Frida Kahlo, and SHE won Movember MAN OF THE YEAR!  Don't get me wrong, her costume was amazing, from the uni-brow to the mustache, it all looked real.  I mean, she even had a little stuffed monkey on her shoulder!  But the fact that she put that costume on Friday afternoon, and the other hundreds of men who usually do not sport a mustache walked around with one for 35 days, leered at by mothers on the subway, avoided by women at the bars and harassed by family, friends and co-workers everywhere yet she still won, did not sit well with me.  But we move on. 

Major League Moustachers had a great run, and you still have until December 9th to donate.  So, if you would like to donate $1 or $100, please see the links to the side and donate to the individual of your choice.  Thanks for the all the support over the last 37, it has been tremendous.


I leave you with a small token of my appreciation, a little something I like to call my Movember Montage.  Enjoy!

The South Carolina Swamp Fox Stache...

... and in case you were wondering, yes, the toothpick comes standard with this model.

Here we are at the end

So it is 12:04am and the Mo is gone. It was harder to let go of than I had expected. Even as I was trimming with a pair of small kitchen scissors, I was considering keeping the moustache; not just for a few more days, but maybe for the foreseeable future. My moustache's life flashed before my very eyes. Little did I know that I had grown attached to my upper lip hair.

Despite my eagerness to return to normal life, I could not help but think how much longer I could go. But there I was with shaving cream lathered up and razor in hand. And before I knew it, it was all gone. Just memories. And though I will come across countless people who will never have know that I once had a thick and lustrous red moustache, I will always enjoy reminiscing about this special month and the journey and camraderie I shared with teammates and fellow Movember gentlemen.