I am someone who loves to watch those around me be taken from the comfort zone, if only for an evening, and watch how they react. As a former Sociology major, the only thing better is watching a group of people forced from their comfort zone together. Sometimes all it takes is a little hair (fake or real) hanging above you upper lip.
On one Friday evening in June we embarked upon our first ever MHSF Mustache Shabbat. Initially, in the planning stages I was a bit hesitant to get on board with this facial hair theme. My inability to grow a "legitimate" mustache myself, along with my uneasiness about our guests willingness to participate left me a bit skeptical.
Boy was I wrong. When our guests began to roll in men and woman alike were already outfitted with some fabulous lip coverings. Those that came unprepared were more than willing to have hair or ink cover what was once a normal, or at least semi-normal, looking face.
Throughout the evening I found myself staring at the woman I was talking to unable to divert my gaze from her prominant stache. They, having forgotten about the everpresent Don Juan, would occasionally pause noticing my distracted expression.
On the whole, it was a silly occasion, with people meeting others for the first time in a context that allowed everyone to let their guard down a bit, not take themselves too seriously, and partake in yet another blessed day of rest (and mustaches).
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