Let's Make the Vegas Trip Extra-Special
We all know the Vegas trip is going to be special. Old friends will meet up after years apart in a stellar city to drink and watch tournament basketball. It can't get much better than that.
Or can it?
"How?" you ask. "Craig, how could the Vegas trip be improved? What innovation could put this one over the top?"
I have have one word for you, people: Mustaches.
That's right. I propose every male attending the Vegas trip arrive with a mustache. You can shave it after the first day; all I want is a photo featuring all of us wearing 'staches. Can you imagine having an 8-by-10 of Hudson, Woodhams, Solari, Muir, Cook, Schmidt, J.M. Stump, Ryan Ward, Brunt, Robinson, Bajaj, me, Steve Davis, Saginaw Scottie Baird, and whoever the heck I'm forgetting -- with mustaches?
Can you imagine? Try. Bet you can't.
"But, Craig," you say. "I have a job. A respectable place in society. I can't walk around my everyday life with a mustache."
Easy. Just hide it in plain sight. Grow a full beard or goatee, and then shave it into a 'stache at the last minute.
So let the debate begin. I don't have the proper access to this blog to post a poll, so we'll have to wait for Mike on that. Until then, post away, and happy growing, boys.
posted by The Narrator @ 8:45 PM
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14 Comments:
I'm not sure about all this, fellas. Please consider it carefully before you make your decision. The mustache may be temporary, but the regret may be forever.
I second Mrs. Hudson. I think this idea is questionable, at best.
Pure jealousy from the estrogen contingent. No more shaving for me the next few months.
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i have to disagree with my lady friends and say that i love the idea. i, for one, would like to see the fellas making fools of themselves more than usual.
GOLD STAR FOR AMOS! COOLEST GIRL ON THE BLOCK!
If you guys promise to look like Selleck in his prime, I say go for it. He's babe.
My 'stache will probably make me look more like Higgins, but I'm sure some of us will look like Magnum.
One day, after Craig had moved to Virgin-ee but before I left East Lansing, he showed up for a visit.
He was, of course, eagerly anticipated.
When I opened the door to greet him, he had a really well-groomed mustache on his beautiful face. We both laughed for about half an hour, after which he shaved in Spotty's bathroom.
I shall always cherish that half hour. To remember it, I scooped the mustache hair out of Spotty's sink and put it in a locket. I wear it when I feel blue, and it always cheers me up.
Is that weird?
That's not weird at all.
Just honest.
Because, Pat, you're the first here to publicly recognize what will become the slogan for Project Vegas Mustache 2006: "THE MAJESTY OF THE MUSTACHE."
After discussing it with Amos (really, we talked about it for a good 10 minutes -- we're losers) I too think this is a great idea. But if you guys are going to do this, I think the 'staches have to last at least one night at the bar. More photo opps.
And I suggest a contest with prizes for things like "Best Overall Stache" and "Best '70s Porno Stache." Just a thought.
I'm all for it. But I also think that we should shave them after the first night. After that, we have basketball to concentrate on.
Screw that. The 'staches should stay in the name of basketball -- a tribute to Adam Morrison.
Adam Morrison? Gross. Now I'll have to rethink this whole cockamaymied idea.
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