Last night, I celebrated my 25th birthday at a favorite neighborhood dive bar. My actual birthday isn’t until Wednesday, but it was really nice to start the weekend with a lot of friends.
B, brilliantly, suggested the party’s theme should be “mustaches,” and we all had a swell old time trying on different personalities.
Guys, you have my empathy! It’s not easy to go through life with a caterpillar on your face.
Our group definitely got a lot of attention at the bar, and some people even asked if they, too, could join in on the mustache fun!
It was one of the best birthdays yet… I’m starting to understand the whole “fine wine” thing, you know what I mean? Everything gets better with age. Especially facial hair.
