Dismembered

It took over a week but Cinco de Mustache has been planned for, executed, and then rebuilt from.

There is a certain leap of faith one must take in order to sanely invite thirty to forty people to their yard for a day of aggressive tequila drinking.

I will spare the details, mostly on account of them not being remembered.

I have heard that people who lose an arm or a leg with still have phantom sensations shortly thereafter as if the appendage were still attached.  I feel that way with my mustache.  Any man who has ever shaven off a mustache of over 7 months can attest to the oddity of taking a drink of anything and then going to suck it from the hair above the upper lip, only to find the duck bill that is the upper lip, dry as a bone.