Mustache Challenge – Day 3

Just realized that I have left my loyal readers dangling on one of the biggest cliffhangers of the season – what is going on with Dave’s mustache?

My apologies if the thought of my hairy upper lip has kept you from focusing on work, school, or family.  Without further ado…

Mustache Challenge – Day 2

Not a lot of changes for Day 2.  I cleaned up the sides a little since the missus* thought the Fu was a little lopsided from the Manchu.

*This is a good time to acknowledge what a very good sport my lovely wife is being with this mustache challenge.  She is one of the few who likes me with a goatee, which means she didn’t want to see it go.  Plus, she is the poor soul who has to see me and this silly stache the most.  Of course, thanks to her generous donation, Day 2 happened.  Love ya, sweetie!

I got a little more public exposure today.  I hope my daycare providers are aware of what is going on (and that I don’t actually think this thing looks good).  I also ran into a couple of the other daycare parents tonight at pick-up time – some of whom definitely don’t know what is going on.

I went out to eat for lunch today.  It is really interesting to have a sudden jolt of consciousness during a conversation, a moment of “this guy thinks I actually intend to look like this, and I’m not just doing this as a gimmick to raise funds to fight heart disease.”  I don’t really know the adjective to describe that moment of clarity, but it was something that I don’t think I’ve experienced before.

The biggest challenge is that I look like somebody who should not be allowed within 500 feet of a school, which is not a good thing seeing as how I live across the street from an elementary school.

All dark humor aside, I think we’ll switch things up a little more for Day 3.  We’ll see just how steady of a hand I have with clippers after a short night of sleep…

A 70's 'stache deserves the 70's camera treatment via Instagram

Mustache Challenge – Day 1

Yesterday was Day 1 with the stache.  Not only did I have to venture out into public, it was a Monday which meant me and my scraggle went to work.  The transformation from the goatee went pretty smoothly.  I started trimming at the chin, but left a slight Fu Manchu as well as the soul patch for maximum ridiculousness.

Last week, I warned my co-workers that I would be bringing some hideous facial hair into the workplace.  Fortunately, I have some very understanding and supportive team members* who enjoy unfortunate facial hair as well as the opportunity to have a laugh at my expense.

*It should also be noted that I’m currently working on projects which do not have me dealing face-to-face with clients, which makes this stunt a lot easier to pull off.

For the most part, it was business as usual.  Except that the president of my company was in town for meetings and wanted to take us out for a team dinner.  He had a good laugh at the porn stache and made a generous donation that ensures the mustache sticks around for another day.

At dinner that night (in one of the nicer restaurants in town) I made a pit stop in the mens room.  As I was washing my hands, I looked up in the mirror and caught a good look at myself.  It was kinda strange to see this weird looking guy staring back at me.  I’m glad to have raised a nice amount for the Heart Association, but I’ll also be glad to go back to looking normal.

Day 1

Mustache Mustache Challenge

Some seemingly unrelated facts:

• I have been sporting a goatee since the first of the year.
• I look absolutely ridiculous with a mustache.
• I am participating in the American Heart Association Heart Walk on April 28.

How do things tie together?

As a participant in the Heart Walk, I am raising funds to fight cardiovascular diseases (including those that are prevalent in my family).  Instead of just asking my loyal readers for a simple donation, I have decided to give you something special for your tax-deductible donation:

My public humiliation.

You see, the Feit men share several genetic traits.  Among them are the ability to grow a great mustache and heart disease.  At least two of my dad’s cousins have rocked amazingly awesome handle bar mustaches.  And several of my relatives (including my dad and grandfather) have lost their lives to heart disease.  As you can see below, I did not inherit the quality mustache DNA, but there is a damn good possibility that I will have heart disease at some point.

Therefore, I am going to trade my dignity for donations.  I will unleash this sorry soup strainer on the world in exchange for your change.  Every $50 dollars donated (over my goal amount) equals an extra day of mustache-y goodness.

The details: 
When I signed up for the Heart Walk, they suggested a fundraising goal for $250.  The morning of the Heart Walk (Saturday, April 28, 2012), I’ll shave the goatee down to a gloriously hideous mustache.  For every $50 over that $250 goal, the mustache sticks around for an extra day.  If I raise a total of $500, the ‘stache sticks around for 5 extra days.  Total donations of $1,000 means over two weeks of mustachery.  As you can see, my shame can (and likely will) be purchased.

So very glorious!

If you would like to support the Mustache Mustache Challenge, you can donate online at http://share.heartwalk.org/sU992BG using a credit/debit card, ACH, or PayPal.

I thank you for your support.