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Mustache Party - UPDATE - Happy Cinco de Mustache!

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:27 pm
by ghost
I'd put this in the "Shameless Self-Promotion" forum, but since we don't have one, this seemed like a reasonable place. Given the amount of mustache interest on the board, I could hardly prevent myself from sharing.

Anyone who saw the pictures in the "Screw You Punxsutawney Phil" thread may have noticed I'm looking a bit scruffy of late. As you're about to see, there is a reason (beyond just laziness), because it has once again come time for...

CINCO de MUSTACHE

It's a (fake) holiday celebrating mustaches. There's a party. There are mustaches. It is entertaining.

A bit of history: Back in 2002, when I was still in college, stuck there for spring break(! WOOO!!!!COLLEGE!!!!!) with a group of other broke miscreants, we all decided that the best way to pass the week would be to make up a holiday for every day to add a theme to our drinking. Not surprisingly, I forget what most of them were. The two that stuck out were Marchtoberfest and Cinco de Mustache, both of which were celebrated again the next year. Marchtoberfest died after that second celebration, but Cinco de Mustache kept on going, probably because it involves a few weeks of beard growing prior to the glorious night when all of the excess facial hair disappears, leaving magnificent mustaches in its wake.

Apparently we ripped off the idea from some people in California, who celebrate on June 5th. There are also May 5th celebrations. Ours still centers around March 5th though, because that's when "spring" break was. Plus, it sucks to grow a beard when it's hot out.

Whatever. Fuck it. It's a fun party. In the years since, it has evolved into a celebration of mustaches, mullets, hair metal, ripped t-shirts, PBR, and a lot of the other more-enjoyable aspects of white trash culture.

Here are some pictures of yours truly from years past:

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(work is usually fun on Cinco de Mustache day)

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(I had an uncool office job that year)


An old flyer:

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And this year's:

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There are too many stories from this party to ever reasonably tell, so I won't even try, other than to say that it did cause me to get punched in the face hard enough to put teeth through my lip one year and drunk enough to not know it for two more days. It's started and ended more relationships than I can reasonably count, and it's the only time I've ever seen people fight for sleeping space on a floor. Also, the year with fried chicken... genius.

Anyway, as I said, given the interest in mustaches around here, I just thought I'd share. It's happening in Richmond this year on March 7th (since the 5th isn't a Saturday), and you're all more than welcome to come (PM for directions, per request of the people hosting it), though god only knows what it'll look like. Last year, I was busy, so it didn't happen, but it had been getting bigger every year up to then, and I feel that Richmond may be its spiritual home.

More pictures will follow once the damn thing actually happens. You have been warned.

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:32 pm
by Ames
Motherfucking spectacular, sir!
I do think, however, you MUST tell us what the story behind the shattered toilet was.

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:37 pm
by 12ci
and the fried chicken genius story.

please.

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:53 pm
by Davros
I did that a couple years ago, And it was the May one, where you had 6 weeks before to be cleanshaven, and whoever did the best in the 6 weeks won.So you had to live with it for 6 weeks beforehand, and trimming a beard into it was a no-no.ummm, yeah, and it was Jaeger's first time meeting me face to face, which led to him calling me a freak.

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:58 pm
by SidVicious
considering my shitty ability to grow facial hair (damn injuns) i'm all over this.

8)

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 11:20 pm
by monstergirl
I don't think I'd look so good in a mustachio, but those sure look like some fun parties!

Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 11:36 pm
by Mean Chuck
monstergirl wrote:I don't think I'd look so good in a mustachio, but those sure look like some fun parties!
There are other ways to enjoy a mustache without growing one! :mrgreen:

Re: Mustache Party

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 5:39 am
by Priest
reflectedstatic wrote: it did cause me to get punched in the face hard enough to put teeth through my lip one year and drunk enough to not know it for two more days.

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Mustaches and punched faces? Two things that are bonded to me at a genetic level. I've had my upper lip both covered with hair and covered with blood more than anyone I've ever met.

I am so in. I may not be there for the party, but I'll be ready to display a mustache in solidarity, and I will go out and get punched in the face and report back (this isn't a big stretch for me).

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 7:24 am
by GOSTAZ
What about the Van Dyke, the drunken kinky bro of the mustache? Does that count? This year for Saint Paddy's day, I almost dyed mine green... but then somehow logical thought processes returned.

Another idea, the reverse Grecian... Instead of hiding the grey, propagating it??

And you have to start clean shaven?

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 7:42 am
by ghost
GOSTAZ wrote:What about the Van Dyke, the drunken kinky bro of the mustache? Does that count? This year for Saint Paddy's day, I almost dyed mine green... but then somehow logical thought processes returned.

Another idea, the reverse Grecian... Instead of hiding the grey, propagating it??

And you have to start clean shaven?
Depends on who's throwing the party. Some years, we had a strict "mustaches only" policy, with people stationed at the door with sharpies to apply mustaches to anyone who couldn't be bothered to bring or grow their own, but still insisted on attending. We also had disposable razors and shaving cream in the bathroom, so that people could do the honors at the party (and then remove the evidence when they left, if so inclined).

Some years, it was also a contest (ours was four weeks), but I suck at growing facial hair, so I try to get a running start whenever possible.

Lately, I don't give a fuck, so it's kind of a "run what you brung" affair.


And now we play the game where I end up responding to everybody...
Ames wrote:Motherfucking spectacular, sir!
I do think, however, you MUST tell us what the story behind the shattered toilet was.
Actually, the toilet story is fairly straightforward. I lived in a frat house in college. A guy was mad because his ex-girlfriend was dating another guy in the house (we didn't really buy into the whole "bros before hoes" thing... at one point one of the guys wrote a song titled "My Roommate is Dating His Ex-girlfriend's New Boyfriend's Ex-girlfriend"), and they showed up at the party, so he went into the bathroom and- after raising his right definitely-not-steel-toed Dr. Marten's in a mighty windup- kicked a toilet into porcelain shrapnel.

I heard a big bang and ran into the bathroom, where I saw the perpetrator calmly sitting on the sink, and my roommate, speechless, mouth agape. My roommate finally regained control of his words and explained what happened. I've never seen anything like it before or since.

The toilet kicker was a crusty gutter punk, 5'9", and weighed maybe 130 lbs soaking wet. He'd cried a lot over losing his ex-girlfriend, and he cried a lot more after the toilet incident, but never even hinted at acting out violently. Mostly, he just drank himself into a stupor every night.

What can I say? Cinco de Mustache brings out the best in people.

12ci wrote:and the fried chicken genius story.

please.
Okay, but be warned... it involves fat chicks.

In 2004, my roommates and I bought a large quantity of fried chicken and biscuits for the party (somewhere north of $100 worth of Popeye's). In and of itself, this was kind of brilliant, because no one ever ate enough for dinner, so everyone ended up messy drunk way too early. It came out extra-good though, as someone finally found the stash in the stove at around 11:30 and for the next fifteen minutes or so the party was on hold for chicken and biscuit consumption, and then everyone got to deal with greasy chicken hands, which I found hilarious. Perfect.

Many of my coworkers at the time were there, and watching the transition from work decorum to cutting loose a little to everyone eating chicken with their bare hands was entertaining, to say the least.

Also, if you've never seen a crusty drunk guy with a mouthful of chicken trying to rock game on a very cute, very engaged sober girl who's too polite to get rid of him, I'd recommend it.

Of course, the whole chicken experiment came to its logical conclusion when four fat chicks materialized out of thin air and hovered around the oven, putting a serious hammering on the chicken and completely blocking traffic through the kitchen 'til my roommate collected the chicken and biscuits and led them- Pied Piper style- into the living room. They then sat on couches and polished off what remained of the chicken (of course other people helped... I don't want to make them look like monsters here... *smirk*). It didn't really matter that they were fat chicks (the kitchen was narrow enough that four eight year olds could have done a pretty good job blocking it), but was super-embarrassing given the extent of their consumption and the chicken train that traversed the party, and the looks on the faces of some of the other attendees.

Every party we had at that house after that, a few people would ask if we planned to have chicken, and at least one person would ask if we intended to invite fat chicks to eat it.

(And that's all I have to say about that.)


TV, the prospect of Jaeger calling anyone a freak is kind of entertaining.

Priest, no need to go get punched in the face on my account, but if you want to go get punched in the face, I'm certainly not going to stop you. It wouldn't really be Cinco de Mustache if at least one fight didn't break out and it didn't end with blood everywhere. We'll just have to post pictures here to document our successes in that.

Sid, have you seen the facial hair I'm sporting in those pictures? My mustache isn't exactly glorious. Don't worry about it.

Monstergirl, that's why they make an excellent assortment of fake mustaches. Also, any mention of women and mustaches will now conjure images from this thread (scroll down).

And MeanChuck... exactly.

Re: Mustache Party

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 8:16 am
by ejworthen
reflectedstatic wrote:
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Is that Screech from TV's Saved By the Bell on the right?

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 9:51 am
by SomeMook
I just shaved my 'stach yesterday! Damnit!

Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 11:50 am
by Metalredneck
Mine's officially up & running. The Van Dyke, of course, in honour of my Dutch heritage.

I'll see if I can get some pics from tonight's concert and post-concert alcohol poisoning.

Moustache HELP!

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 6:26 am
by Metalredneck
So upon this morning's grooming, I noticed something disturbing:

SPLIT ENDS IN THE FACIAL HAIR!!
How the fuck does that happen?
Any help, people?
I hate using conditioner on my melon, let alone the thigh-tickler.

Re: Moustache HELP!

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 6:47 am
by GOSTAZ
Metalredneck wrote:So upon this morning's grooming, I noticed something disturbing:

SPLIT ENDS IN THE FACIAL HAIR!!
How the fuck does that happen?
Any help, people?
I hate using conditioner on my melon, let alone the thigh-tickler.
Use a shave cream for sensitive skin for the rest of your face.. that should do the trick, or have your favorite girlie's thighs moisturized, and borrow from her... :shock:

Re: Moustache HELP!

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 6:55 am
by Priest
Metalredneck wrote:
SPLIT ENDS IN THE FACIAL HAIR!!
How the fuck does that happen?
Any help, people?
I hate using conditioner on my melon, let alone the thigh-tickler.
Oh, stop complaining. You should only worry when you start finding knots, bugs, and old food in your beard. (Guilty all around).

But if you insist on getting your beard back to bouncy, bountiful, fresh, and shiny - try a hot oil treatment. (My wife said so).

Re: Moustache HELP!

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:10 pm
by Ames
Priest wrote:
Metalredneck wrote:
SPLIT ENDS IN THE FACIAL HAIR!!
How the fuck does that happen?
Any help, people?
I hate using conditioner on my melon, let alone the thigh-tickler.
Oh, stop complaining. You should only worry when you start finding knots, bugs, and old food in your beard. (Guilty all around).

But if you insist on getting your beard back to bouncy, bountiful, fresh, and shiny - try a hot oil treatment. (My wife said so).
Wife...yeah, sure. :lol:

Re: Moustache HELP!

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:28 pm
by Priest
Ames wrote: Wife...yeah, sure. :lol:
8)

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 6:21 pm
by Priest
I'm setting myself up for a Lemmy. I've tried to keep photo records of my degeneration into total scummery:


Before...
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After many months...
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A couple more months...
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I think a Lemmy would be a good diversion/next entry en route to being the guy on the corner with the cardboard sign that reads "The End Is Nigh".

I've sheared the beard once in a while, but that's in the past. But I will do a good mustache for your wacky holiday.

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 6:46 pm
by piccini9
You shaggy bastids put me to shame, I'm 44 years old, pretty much totally bald and 2 months after shaving, from across the room I still just look kinda dirty. :x

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:41 pm
by ghost
I only wish I could do a Lemmy.

At an important meeting (read: drinking at the bar all afternoon), it was decreed that I'm the only human being anyone present knew who managed to look younger with facial hair than without. Apparently no one else over age seventeen can grow a beard and mustache this sparse and blonde. I like having special skills like that.

It shall be a good stupid holiday, though.

Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 11:46 pm
by thrasherbill
I'm heading back toward the Lemmy myself. I'm about a week in so far and once it fills in a bit more I'll lose the chin hair.

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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 4:18 am
by Pattio
Saturday night I declared Springtime to be near, and trimmed the winter beard down into the mightiest brushy Fu I've ever deployed.

I wore it to my club bicycle ride on Sunday and grabbed this shot after the ride as I was changing. I'm not trying to look stern- I just have the sun in my eyes.

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None of my club mates said anything about the mighty Fu, but I think they weren't sure how seriously to take it.

Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 6:31 am
by piccini9
None of my club mates said anything about the mighty Fu, but I think they weren't sure how seriously to take it.
They were afraid. Very afraid.

Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 6:41 am
by Priest
Did they say anything about you being upside-down and mysteriously suspended in mid-air? Because personally, that would give me far greater concern thah your choice of mustache.

:o

Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 9:04 am
by piccini9
Priest wrote:Did they say anything about you being upside-down and mysteriously suspended in mid-air? Because personally, that would give me far greater concern thah your choice of mustache.

:o
It wasn't like that at 10:30 this morning.... :?

Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 9:05 am
by roadmissile
Pattio wrote:Saturday night I declared Springtime to be near, and trimmed the winter beard down into the mightiest brushy Fu I've ever deployed.
The bushy fu is strong with this one!

Keep it.

/RM

Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 1:52 pm
by Zer0
I haad a great Lemmy a la Pattio last summer. AZ and Butt saw it, gsglbc, maybe goose too. A coworker called it a brushfire in waiting. Shaved it all off for sweetie for Christmas. I'm a North American mammal, and this is what I needed, but I'm growing a billy goat--maybe with a Lemmy. Starting now.\
Metalredneck wrote:So upon this morning's grooming, I noticed something disturbing:

SPLIT ENDS IN THE FACIAL HAIR!!
Any help, people?
Neck, you're in the fucking great white north. You're a beast, not some George Michael nancy boy. Split ends. I should head right there and slap you upside your fool head. What would Lemmy say? You should be ashamed. Now I'm ashamed for you. You're a primate; now act like one.

Speaking of Lemmy--even he shaved it all off at least once.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 3:42 pm
by sun rat
inquiring minds want to know if there will be mustache rides available at this here mustache party...

Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 9:20 am
by Zer0
sun rat wrote:inquiring minds want to know if there will be mustache rides available at this here mustache party...
All depending on how squeamish yopu are arounf Mr. Nanook of the North's split ends.

Neck, I passed your story along to my wife last night, and when I got to the split ends part, she was cackling like a chicken. I laid the punch line right as she took a bite of her dinner, and she was barely able to maintain.

A 110 pound Taiwanese woman is laughing at you--down here in sunny SoCal (where I, admittedly call a ride in 40 degree weather a cold ride), this woman is laughing AT you, up there in the bad-ass tundra on the doorstep of the he-man Yukon . Then she says she can send you some of her Fructis. Why the Canadian cell isn't headed up your way at this very moment to pummel you is beyond me.

Fructis

:roll: Split ends.