Yesterday was moving day at the 86 Norfunk Compound. A fond farewell to old roommate Paul. I'll miss the daily baseball etc chit chat. Good luck at your new pad. And a warm welcome to new roommate Becky. Welcome to the Compound (which you're already quite familiar with - but you're an official insider now). To break in the new household, Joel had the wisdom to bring over the necessary ingredients for a kicking fake mustache party: beer and mustaches. I, of course, was excited at the prospect of reprising my creepy mustache guy role from Jazzfest. The rest of the gang was into it too:
Jeremy went for "the square" and looked like a pedophile.
Joel went for "the hero" and looked pretty normal.
Becky went for "the hollywood" and looked shockingly like Peter Sellers.
After "the sheriff" turned out to be a dud, Sean went for "the weasel" and as I continued to tell him ad nauseum, he looked like a weasel.
VTK went for "the bruiser" and added another chapter to the creepy VTK saga.
The new staff at the Compound:
And one more of the Practical Slacker practically slacking up on the roof:
UPDATE: I forgot to mention that bee-spot stopped by in the early AM on her way to the OU tailgating party: