Trash Stache

Five years ago tonight, Pat and I were at our rehearsal dinner surrounded by our closest family and friends. There were toasts, sunflowers, it was a perfect spring evening at the place where it all began, Kildaire Farms.

Tonight, there were not toasts. There was pizza, and brownies, and....mustaches.

Ladies and Gentleman I introduce to you...

The classy mustache. (Because she's British)

The pedophile mustache.

The Whimsical Mustache.

The "this mustache is illegal in 47 states" mustache.

The underage  mustaches.

So we're in a little bit of a different place 5 years later. Still just as fun.