Tonight we went to see the Spikes for Moustache Appreciation Night. I've gone to see the Spikes a ton, but when supporting the Stache contingent, you go that extra mile.
I wore my stache as much as I could without feeling really self-concious about my carpet not matching the drapes. I did get my picture taken with other fans of the stache, including the hotness that is the nookie monster.
Me and the Spike. This is my 5th or 7th picture with the Spike, but none so beautiful as this.
This is the man I was really here to see.
Troy didn't have a stache. He had a ginger beard.
The interns had to rock them as well.
They put stache's on the score board as well.
I was secretly stalking this guy for a while.
He was pretty cool as well.
Troy has been stalking this tall farmer for some time.
Because it was such a nice night, and I have yet to site in a field of fire flies this year, we stopped on some farm road to be dazzled by lights.
That did not happen. I got stung by something in the nettles and we high tailed it out of there. I freaked out.
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