New Day #281

Over the years I've experimented a great deal with hair, both on my head and my face. But there's one thing I've never tried:

The moustache.

I suppose it's because by the time I could grow one (say, 1983) they had gone out of style. And have yet to return.

But when I announced my intentions last week on my regular Friday at 5:30 gig on The Buzz, Daria, who is from Montana (or Wyoming, or one of those states where you can drive really fast) gave me very specific instructions as to how I should dress to accompany my 'stache:

Cowboy hat
No shirt
Suspenders
Torn jeans
Cowboy boots

Well, little lady, this here's for you.