Stache-tastic Celebration!

Life, they say, hasn't really begun until you've competed in a bowling tournament donning a mustache.

Or at least they SHOULD say that! Last night I did just such a thing and it actually wasn't as weird and creepy as I thought it would be. After all, other females braved the same sideways glances from fellow bowlers and the constant itch of the stick-on mustache. It was embarrassing - sure. But what is life if you can't laugh at yourself once in a while? We lined up, four of us in a row, for a photo op... just four darling females with big bushy staches and we looked quite like a band from the 70s. Priceless.

The bowling? Well, I sucked. After starting the game with two gutter balls, I didn't have much expectation of winning. I was shocked to have gotten one strike... but it was not enough to bring me back. I finished second to last. But at least I looked dashing doing it...