My friends and I are attending the Monster Truck Nationals this weekend. It started as a joke for Beyonce's birthday, but I guess we're going. If you are one of four or five people who actually read the shit I post here, then you know I accepted my own challenge to wear makeup to the event. Brady was giving me shit for wearing JUST A TOUCH of mascara to Amanda's birthday outing. He didn't even notice; it was she who spooked me. Anyway, I don't know what to wear. I don't have flannel or overalls, so I'll have to go in the other direction with skinny jeans and a tight top. And then it occurred to me: the pièce de résistance. . . a muthafuckin' mustache. Luckily, I happen to have enough facial hair right now to pull it off. It's going to be a look; and trust, I will get pictures.