Last night I met up with friends at a local bar to hang out and celebrate my birthday week some more. It’s been a great week, but last night couldn’t have been better. We listened to bad music, drank beers and hung out. It was awesome.
I know kung fu. I am a kung fu master. Can’t you tell by my facial hair?
However, I found that the goatee (my fu manchu fell off before we made it to the bar) really elicited some strange reactions.
One guy walked by me several times and avoided eye contact until he finally walked up to me.
Him: Ok. What is that, really?
Me: [stroking my goatee] What is what?
Him: Ok. [and then walks away]
Dude, what do you mean what is that? Have you never seen a goatee before? Why do you have to ask me what it is? I think you already know.
Another chick that came into the bar kept staring and when I finally noticed, she decided to try a different approach.
Her: I love your eyelashes!
Me: Thanks! [again while stroking the goatee]
If you’re not going to point out the obvious, neither am I.
Heh. I really want to go out in public again with the goatee and mustache because the reactions I got were absolutely hilarious. I just think I’ll wait until it’s not so hot out. The facial hair didn’t stay on as long as I would have liked because it was just too hot and I ended up sweating it off (ew!).
you are COMPLETELY weird. and from now on, your nickname is fu. Ms Fu Man Choo!
Hahahaha!!! Too funny!! Happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dude. Why didn’t you wear that stuff when I came to town? Jerk.
Oh my, I just realized that we HAVE to make a short movie with you as a character w/the beard and moustache. But some silly Seinfield-like “day in the life” sort of things, where at the end it is revealed that you are a kung fu master and then proceed to save the world!
Wow. People are so rude.
okay, my whole reaction is “Forget the goatee – CHECK OUT THOSE FREAKING AWESOME EYELASHES!!!!!!”. Seriously – so cool! Oh and I don’t think I ever told you Happy Birthday so, well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
You crack my sh*t up!
Sorry. My Van Dyke is much better than your Fu Manchu, though it never gets much mention.
Maybe if I had a great rack…
I hope you don’t mind that I’m vicariously having fun off of you, sweet birthday girl!