The days for mustachery are growing as short as the daylight. I have been pretty proud of the progress so far, I even found that I had a bit of food stuck in it the other day. That has to count for some type of progress.
The best part of being too old for b-school is the astonished looks you get from the undergrad population. Looks like, "Is that a Mo stache or does he always have it?" or "Is that a lampshade or a painters brush?"
We are nearly finished with Movember and there are some seriously creepy staches here in Boulder. I thought I had a pretty sweet 70's TransAm stache going but James stepped up with this serious horseshoe/asskicker. Either way, we were both wearing flannel and this being Colorado, I think both of us look the part of genuine frontiersmen.
The best part of being too old for b-school is the astonished looks you get from the undergrad population. Looks like, "Is that a Mo stache or does he always have it?" or "Is that a lampshade or a painters brush?"
We are nearly finished with Movember and there are some seriously creepy staches here in Boulder. I thought I had a pretty sweet 70's TransAm stache going but James stepped up with this serious horseshoe/asskicker. Either way, we were both wearing flannel and this being Colorado, I think both of us look the part of genuine frontiersmen.