McStache contest: Week 2

Before the McStache contest began, I couldn’t go more than a week without shaving. The itching would drive me so crazy that I’d find myself in the bathroom, razor in hand, saying, “I’m just going to clean up the neck …” and then I’d emerge five blissful minutes later, whisker-free.

McStache contest: first checkin

Our company is sponsoring a mustache-growing competition for November — or Movember, as the movement is known.

A love letter to the Flatotel in New York

Dear Flatotel—

It’s a little after midnight, and my bag is packed in preparation for tomorrow’s flight back home to Phoenix. This part of the trip always makes me a little sad.