mustached weekend.

sick like audrey hepburn

swoon, sigh, swoon

thank you for the tickets, seamus

even though you crushed my trachea with your thumbs

i still love you

hotty cooterati

hotty, coot-erati

i and love and you, avett brothers

B-day par-D

for chloe and jamie

neither of whom are in this pic...

happy birthday anyways!

beard/styled mustache competitors

@ casey's downtown!!

aka best bday surpreso

now get ready for this analogy:

i read somewhere that the reason some ladies

- such as myself -

tolerate and even, dare i say it, like mustaches/any facial hair

is because we know that it's only temporary

so we love it because we know it's going to end at some point.

that's how this weekend was,

like a mustache or a beard that took one and a half years to grow,

just soakin it up having a great time because it's gonna end

and everyone has to go back to work on monday

except me, because i'm still waiting on my exam results -

but i know that you know that we know what i'm saying