I'm Ron Burgundy?

Last month, a few of the residents in the department were discussing facial hair.  We all thought it would be a super funny if we decided to grow out beards and then trim them back to mustaches for the department photo in November.  I don't think any of us thought the others were serious, but when we all showed up after the weekend with a the beginnings of a beard, we decided to make it official.

I've only really tried to grow a beard once before.  It was two years ago while I was on the night shift for a month.  I was never really impressed with my results, but it was kind of a fun experiment.  I took it a bit further this time around and I think I had a bit more to work with this time around.  

We had our department photos this morning.  I think all of our hard work paid off.  

Every mustache tells a different story, and clearly, some of those stories are better than others.  We had a great time and I think most of the faculty thought it was pretty hilarious (except maybe my chairman... I may be looking for new employment next year).  The photographer loved it and had us pose for a couple extra photos.  Right before the above photo, someone yelled out "Do Anchorman poses!"  Then someone suggested, "Stare  plaintively off into the distance!"  I guess I was the only one who took the first suggestion... 

We had quite a bit of fun with the 'staches.  Apparently, so did the Photoshop guys at  Creative Communications, they filled in all the empty upper lips among the residents.  It's almost hard to tell which mustaches are authentic.  They emailed us the doctored photos later that afternoon.  I think some of the ladies in the department actually look good with their mustaches.


In the process of doing all this mustache growing, I actually learned that November is the official month for mustache growing to raise awareness for prostate cancer.  Who knew?  Unfortunately, my gnarly 'stache (which was pretty much the best of the bunch) didn't survive the evening.  I was growing tired of retasting everything I had eaten for lunch.  And to be honest, I didn't think my patients could really take me seriously when I showed up for clinic looking like a slightly less-awesome Magnum PI.


Farewell, mustache!  Until we meet again!