Bearded Babes and the RoadTrip Challenge

I wish I could blame the coffee. Maybe I still can – that second cup served as good liquid courage as we threw our dignity out the window and spammed the world. I still feel a little bit bad about that – For the record, I am sorry, social mediusers. That’s part of the reason for this post….

On Friendship and Facial Hair: A Prelude

“I have a mustache. I am invincible.” It was only the week before last I sent the cryptic text to my landlord, and my, how things have escalated. I stretched my social comfort zone and went to the History club’s pub night; a Soviet Bloc Party. After playing audience to my usual habit of bemoaning scary…