While I am never surprised to stumble upon a new restaurant in New York, I am continually amused by the relevance with which particular places waltz into my life. This week I had the pleasure of dining and drinking with one of my dearest friends, Amara. Unforeseen events, which shall remain unknown to the internet consciousness, spurred a last minute change of plans, necessitating a choice of restaurant other than the one I had tentatively planned for our order-in evening. Ever the adventurer, Amara proved yet again to be a more skilled player in the where-to-eat-in-Manhattan-tonight game. And, much to my delight and–as previously mentioned, amusement–we ended up at Moustache!
Yes, moustaches are just generally amusing, however, the word, the sight, the mere idea of one has tickled a particularly personal funny-bone of mine for about a month now. My hirsute boyfriend, Jim, is now a week into the Movember campaign, after an entire month of thinking, linking, and indulging in not shaving. ”Movember (the month formerly known as November) is a moustache growing charity event held during November each year that raises funds and awareness for men’s health.” Check EnemyOfPeanuts daily to watch the moustaches of Jim Gibbons and his Movember ‘mo growing teammate Matt Lubicky grow, in effort to change the face of men’s health! Together, as The Venerable Gentlemen…from Space, Jim and Matt have already raised over $550 and there are three weeks to go!
So, if you are a man, or you know and love men, click here and donate now! And, why not click here and buy a Jim Gibbons original t-shirt to support The Venerable Gentlemen…from Space! (All proceeds go toward the fundraising efforts!)
So…back to dinner at Moustache, now that you better understand just how perfect the choice was that lead me here–thanks Amara!
Moustaches, bringing together friends, food, and the fight against cancer!
Moustaches aside, I must say that this dinner (delicious middle eastern food and wine) was truly about love and friendship and the inexplicable passage of time. I am blessed to have an intimate number of friends that represent the very best of what people can be in this world–an intimate number, and still more than I can imagine I deserve. So let me, in the midst of this silly post, thank you each for your individual way of embodying love in its undeniable truth. I find silliness works its way into each of these unique incarnations, a statement by which I now hope to flow seamlessly into my own bit of silly fun…
Falafel, Fighting Cancer
With this fusion of all that “Moustache” now means to me, I leave you with this thought…
Don’t let these chickpeas outdo you! Everyone knows that moustaches are chick-pleasers! (No? Really bad? Sorry…No, no I’m not.) Go grow one and tell everyone who asks “Why?” why! And send your spare change or awesomely generous gifts here!
