Somebody asked me for directions again

That's four times this month.

That's four more times than my navigational expertise was called upon since moving here in October through end of February.

Believe in the mustache.

Rodney Farva

FIVE-OH!

Got a haircut. They took it a little high and tight. Not too much shorter than I wanted, but pretty short.

Anyway, now I look like a cop!










I hope people don't start disrespecting the 'stache.

Nicknames

Here are some of my celebrity lookalikes, dubbed by peers and co-workers since March 1, 2010:

Ron Swanson

Jeff Foxworthy


Adam Morrison


Johnny Depp (dreamy, I know)


Brad Pitt (dreamy, I still know)


And finally, my favorite....


RON JEREMY

It will be a damn shame when my mustache fades away.

Rockin' Reflection

It's not that a mustache is the best gift I've ever received, but every time I look in the mirror I feel like a kid on Christmas.

I perpetually forget that I have a mustache until I gaze upon my reflection and can't help but crack a smile and let out a little giggle.

In other news, apparently the mustache isn't just a sign of creepiness - it's also a sign of security and wisdom. Getting off the train in downtown Chicago today, I was stopped by three different people asking me for directions.

One guy even kept walking with me to explain his situation and get as much help as possible.

I gave him the wrong directions. Oops.

Beauty in the 'Stache

There's something magical about a mustache. When you're rocking some sweet upper lip lovin', nothing else seems to matter.

Clothing, hair, hygiene in general...

My focus today was on my hair. I wore it parted in the same style as in the last picture of my first post.

The reception was even more awkward than I had hoped for. I started a new job last week, so my encounters were all in a professional environment where people don't know me all that well.

Very few inquired about the 'stache and nobody commented on the hair. They probably think I just have a significantly slanted sense of style.

But at least I've got a mustache.

In other news, my roommate has jumped into the MM action. Good for him!

I just need to work on my beer gut.

The March to Mustache March Begins!

Hi, I'm Travis.

This all started in January when my roommate told me I had to grow a beard for him since his facial hair grows in patches.

I had never grown a beard before, mostly because I could never get past the itchy stage without shaving.

But this time, I did it.

In all the facial hair excitement, my roommate shared with me the legend of "Mustache March," which was passed to him by some good friends.

When my beard grew in so full, I decided this year would be my inaugural venture into the mustache madness.

I couldn't help but experiment before reaching my destination.


In retrospect, I wish I had kept the fu-manchu or even the chopstache. Regardless, here's where I ended up.

Then I combed my hair.


My hair dried and I dressed up.
I look like Jeff Foxworthy.

I'm not a mustache connoisseur or a mustache elitist. You can tell because I omit the "o" from "moustache." Looks too regal for my liking. And I look like Jeff Foxworthy, so I sure as hell ain't regal.

When I first glanced at myself in the mirror, I almost broke down in tears. Then and there I decided to document my marvelous month of mustache mayhem. When something ridiculous inevitably happens involving my mustache, it will be relayed in sufficient detail here.

I encourage everyone, male or female, to support Mustache March. Join the fun, make a small change for a month!