Chas went to a surprise 40th birthday party of a good friend of ours
this weekend (I couldn't make it). The theme of the party was Rager The
1980s, and all guests were to come ready to drink dressed in '80s garb.
I asked Chas what he was going to wear, and he replied, "Oh, pretty
much anything I own will work."
Then he walked out of the bathroom with his goatee missing, but his 'stache firmly in place above his lip and wrapping around his mouth. I think he was going for the Magnum P.I. look, but I was thinking more of this guy . . .
. . . or maybe this one . . .
. . . or even this one.
I'm not sure who I was sleeping with this weekend.
So, just when I was getting used to it, he trimmed the heck out of it today. "You pruned it," I said.
"Yeah," said Chas. "A guy I know saw me yesterday and said, 'I've never seen your mustache so big and your hair so small.'"
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?