El Moustache

Yesterday I went to the Spanish birthday party. After some wine, sangria and paella one of the guests, who looked remarkably like Charlie Chaplin, decided to draw on everyone's faces with a burned cork. I received a very defined uni-brow. Charlie Chaplin said it looked beautiful and I should consider it for my day to day life. Everyone else received mustaches. My sister's thin mustache was perfectly curved with the shape of her lip, her girlfriend looked like a musketeer, there was someone who looked like Shakespeare, and another friend looking like an aging pedophile. After a while we forgot what we looked like and continued our conversation about Spanish painters, TV shows about people smuggling drugs and my secret wish to go to gardening school.