Yes, I have no idea how, but apparently I won the Moustache-o-thon’s Organic Grower award for having the best ’stache in the place. I think it was mostly a “pulling off the most with the least” kind of thing, but they gave me the sash anyway, so I took it.

So now it’s your turn — please, please, please reach deep in your wallet and pull out whatever you can to donate to 826 CHI for my moustache. Like I say in the video, I know times are tough, but with a little ingenuity and/or dishonesty, we can all come up with a few bucks. The kids at 826 really deserve it.

And thanks — I’m not going to lie: there were some rough times with this moustache. It was itchy, at points it looked bad (random people I talked to would slowly smile for no reason as we progressed through the conversation), and there were a few times where I threatened to get rid of it right away. But it all paid off, and now I can tell my grandkids (and their potential grandmothers that I happen to meet at the bar) that I once won a contest for growing a moustache.