I went to see Garfunkel & Oates at the Mayne Stage. I discovered by accident that they were having a contest, the winner of which would receive an autographed poster from G&O.
What was the contest? Well, in honor of Chicago being named Most Mustache-Friendly City, best mustache (real or fake) at each of the four performances would win said poster.
I knew immediately that I would be coming home with a poster Friday night. Why? Because:
|I know, I know. It looks natural, right?|
Best part? I was scared shitless to stand around wearing a huge fake mustache. I wasn't sure if I'd be the only one or not, but instead of catering to that fear, I got my tickets from the window, and promptly applied my giant 'stache, wearing it with pride until the show started. I got a lot of smiles, points, and giggles. But most of all, I had a lot of fun wearing a giant mustache in public...while drinking PBR tallboys. (Talk about a challenge. I had to find a way to get the can to my mouth without incident. Eventually I hatched a plan that involved putting the 'stache on my chin. Like a mustache beard. It worked like a charm.)
And...as I'd proclaimed the moment I heard about the contest:
|It's a major award!|
I won. I totally won.