the few, the proud, the mustachioed

At some point near the end of college, my high school buddies and I decided that it would be funny if we started showing up at get-togethers with mustaches. I'm not totally sure how this started, whether it was because my buddy JET mentioned that he had done that, or if it was because Luke showed up at Johnathan's wedding with an upper lip eyebrow, but the expectation has been set. Every year, we have an Annual Mr. Patrick's Day Hoo-ha, and last year, the mustaches flowed like wine. I, being one of little facial hair, have yet to participate in the custom. However, this year, we are celebrating the 4th Hoo-ha, and also, the union of myself with Anna. So, since I can't show up to my own wedding with a mustache, the growth has begun. I will chronicle the progress here. I have decided to take the conventional route, and grow the chin hair at the same time, only to shave it the day before the Hoo-ha. I'm not sure I (or, more importantly, Anna) could stomach the process of growing the mustache by itself. This is a picture of one week of not shaving. Not a lot of coverage, I know, and there's a weird dot in the corner of my mouth. And I don't mean that mole, I mean the tiny dot right in the corner there. I really wonder what that was. And did I brush that away later, unknowingly, or did I accidentally eat it somehow? I guess we'll never know.