Champaign chaos continues. The annual mustache contest was last night. It always amazes me what ridiculous shit my community is up to. Surrounded by a beer garden of wet brained St. Jackists (patron saint of gambling and boozing, at least our patron saint) the air is filled with cawing, the Pi Omega call, yes, there is an expansive faux frat, we all have nick names, there's about 800 world wide.
18 contestants, each playing a character, 3 rounds of elimination, first introduce your mustache, then there's mustache related trivia, then the talent portion. I've really never been more impressed with our community. We have some really talented people here. It's nice to see a live entertainment that isn't music or theatre. You can only take so much of it, plus it's mostly all improv. The winner was "Juice" Imagine a white Ice Tea, glasses, stache, hat and a rap for his talent.
I have to do it next year if I'm around. I think I could grow a decent handle bar in 4 weeks.
18 contestants, each playing a character, 3 rounds of elimination, first introduce your mustache, then there's mustache related trivia, then the talent portion. I've really never been more impressed with our community. We have some really talented people here. It's nice to see a live entertainment that isn't music or theatre. You can only take so much of it, plus it's mostly all improv. The winner was "Juice" Imagine a white Ice Tea, glasses, stache, hat and a rap for his talent.
I have to do it next year if I'm around. I think I could grow a decent handle bar in 4 weeks.
The fog is rolling in.
I bet you would look hot with handle bar.