Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Blogging from deepest Washington, DC:
The story begins, as it should, in the middle.[Overserved-DC]
There was little to be done to change the situation so I just went with it. There I was in a Chinese karaoke bar in Portland Oregon receiving an award for "Most Gay Stache". Or is it "stash"? I am of course talking about my mustache. I don't have one now and really had never had one before. I had grown it for the occasion, and was now receiving the dubious honor of "Most Gay."
I'm not gay and I think that giving a "most gay" award just defeats the whole purpose of the night, which was to grow mustaches and celebrate our manhoods. Well, maybe that is a little gay sounding.