Happy Last Day of Movember 2012

Another year, another Movember.

Which means another 'stache, and (this time) a mullet to match.

I hope you all enjoyed the month's festivities, and I hope even more that you remembered the purpose behind this yearly event and maybe even discussed it with a few people to spread the message.

Men, get those prostates checked regularly and take care of your health.
Women, support your men and remind them to be vigilant in these areas.

And we'll see those wonderful/horrific/hilarious 'staches again next year!

Feliz Cinco de Mustache

The long-awaited day has come.

It's finally Cinco de Mustache!

Or Cinco de Mayo, but I prefer the former.

Doesn't matter to me that most of Mexico doesn't recognize it as an official holiday.

Note: Technically, only the state of Puebla does. Weird, huh?

Well it's a fun holiday, and I'm excited for my running group tonight and everybody sporting the mustache they've been working on.

Here's mine:

Delightful, isn't it?

Honestly, I can't wait to shave it off in the morning,

But I'll enjoy it for tonight!

You Might Be a Redneck...

Last night, I asked my friend Mary to give me a haircut.

But not just any haircut.

I wanted a mullet.

She was kind enough to oblige.

So what do you think?

It's more of a Euro-mullet than straight-up redneck style,

but that might just be splitting hairs at this point

(oh how I love puns).

Not Duck Beach... It's Marco Island!

When you've got to get away from the hectic work life, it's nice to have some friends to go with. And it's also nice to have a place that you won't have to pay to stay at, especially if it's a place that's really sunny and warm and happens to be on the beach.

Peter, Sam, Elizabeth, Leah (Sam's friend), and I all went down to Marco Island, Florida, for a week of fun in the sun. Sam's parents were nice enough to let us stay at their beach condo. We flew into Ft. Lauderdale and drove our rental car across the Everglades.

Our main activities were sunning and eating. Just how a successful beach vacation should be. We also went on an airboat ride, to a good ol' Southern Sunday brewskie-fest at Stan's Buzzards Bay South (which happens to be the home of the Mullet Festival), on a moped tour of the island (killing two of our mopeds in the process), and for a nice dinner which was served to us by an American Gladiator. We came back from Florida a bit more relaxed and hopefully a lot more tan.