Jordie's Final Movember Update
It was 4 long weeks ago that I wrote a blog titled “How To Handle Movember If You’re A Little Bitch Like Myself And Can’t Grow Facial Hair”. Since then, I’ve shared my journey through puberty with all of you. Through weeks and weeks and weeks of attempting to grow facial hair to raise awareness for causes such as Prostate Cancer, Testicular Cancer and mental health issues affecting men, it all finally comes to an end. There were some highs, and there were certainly some lows. But all in all, I’d say it was a great success. So through 4 full weeks of Movember, here is my final update.
I’m never one to toot my own horn but good god, I went from some baby faced punk who could barely grow pubes into a full blown man. A rich, flowing, cascading mustachio nestling right between my nose and upper lip. It’s beautiful. Magnificent even. Have you ever seen such a glorious mustache in all of your days? I’ll answer that question for you–no.
I set out on this quest to prove that it’s okay to participate in Movember even if you’re a face-bald little bitch. Turns out, however, that I wasn’t the right man to take on that challenge. Because as it would appear, I can grow facial hair and I can grow out the mo with the best of them. Hats off to me.
Wawa Order of the Week:
I have a wedding to attend this weekend which means that I have a suit that I have to try to fit myself into. So with that in mind, I decided to keep lunch today night and light. Went with a Sweet Cream Cheese stuffed pretzel and then considering it’s basically December, that means it’s officially Egg Nog season. In case you’re an uncultured swine and didn’t know, Smitty already declared Nog season is back last week. Number 1 rule of Eggnog season is that the calories don’t count between now and New Years. After January 1st, it’ll be the most unhealthy beverage you ever consume again. But for now, we’re in the clear.
Sweater of the Week:
I had to save my best jersey for the final week. Quebec Nordiques Eric Lindros. Big E never wore this sweater once. Not even the night that he got drafted to Quebec. He refused to throw it on for photographs, refused to play for the team and demanded a trade that ultimately brought him to Philadelphia to become my hero, my idol, my rock and my adoptive father. I ordered this jersey a while back just to remind me of how lucky I got in life to live in a world where Eric Lindros played for the Philadelphia Flyers. What a beaut.
Final Grades:
Stache: okay I’ll be honest here. I bitched out and ended up shaving the mustache before the end of November. I had some people I was meeting for the first time over the holidays and lost that battle. I’ll hold myself accountable and go with an F+ for now.
Wawa: A
Sweater: is there anything higher than an A+++?