A New Reason To Drink Beer From a Straw

It’s midnight at the Brick, and I’m sipping PBR through a straw because I’m wearing a fake silver mustache. It’s a lesson fake mustache wearers learn, lest they end up with a drink full of fake fur.

A guy calling himself “Rollie Fingers” gave me my ‘stache. A rosy cheeked fellow in a tie and sport coat who goes by The Commodore tells me my name is either the Silver Fox or the Baron. I choose the latter.

Fingers and the Commodore are ambassadors of the Kansas City Fake Mustache Club, a group of twenty- and thirtysomethings who glue fake mustaches to their faces and hit the bars.