movember

For the third year I grow a 'tache for Movember. This year was pretty uneventful, no weddings, no crazy nights at Tiger Tiger and no adventure races.

On the positive side no one called me brokeback mountain boy.

No week is every the same. While your growing a moustache your perception of the world changes. Prehaps it was the fact that one of my best guy friends got married, one is all but married and I am once again single (and hangover). Lifes a bitch.

My mo seems to have had little effect on my love life, those two classy girls on the bonnet of the hand painted cars seemed to like me and my mo and where making lots of rather crude suggestions as to what they would like to be doing. As it was a week night and they where too drunk and young I left them to find another victim.

The Squid comes from tiger tiger, I found it in the jacuzzi. As you do, the cute little UCT student I also found there was not as keen to be taken home.

Tammy stole that guys BMX after a rather lengthy night at murries last night, I was keen to show off my mountain biking skills.. My choice of footwear, or rather lack of together with the BMXs lack of brakes did not help. Stupid bmxers.