Don't ask me why, because I don't have a reason. Please don't ask me when, because I couldn't tell you. And for really reals, don't ask me how, that's just how it is. Yes world, the rumors are true, I am one of those weird people that loves the moustache. People can think it's weird, and I'm okay with it. I like to think that it makes me interesting. Mostly I just try to aim for the unexpected.
Anyway, Amanda wanted to have an 11/11/11 party and I wanted to have a moustache party so we combined the two. Also, I was thinking that if I couldn't get married on 11/11/11 I might as well do something awesome, like celebrate moustaches. I'll hit you with some highlights in the list below because I find it impossible to explain my life in paragraph form and still make it interesting.
+I cut out at least 10 different moustaches and glued them to sticks. People just held them up to their faces and visited with each other.
+I tried to have my picture taken with each one throughout the night.
+The moustache on the wall is at least 5 feet long and surrounded by famous people that have moustaches. Very classy.
+Cookies, chips, and soda were the refreshments
+Mt Dew spilled on the kitchen linoleum. The floor is still sticky after being wiped down 2 times.
+Party guests included nursing friends, work friends, old friends, London friends, ward members, and roommates.
+One party goer attended via picture text. (my favorite)
+Strangers showed up to our party which means it was, obviously, a real college party.
+It has been decided that we'll have a weirdly themed party once a month. Keep your eyes open for the Kevin Bacon and Mug party.
+The post party roommate chat was a really great extension to a really great night.
But here is the really big question that I have for you. Are you ready? Someday when your children ask what you did on 11/11/11, will you be able to tell them something awesome? I sure know that I will be telling them all about my 'stache party, and they will think I'm awesome.
