My friend Carlo wears a mustache (and a gold Timex) better than anyone I know. He is whip-smart and hilariously funny, as evidenced here. I’ve known him thirteen-plus years and he only gets better with age.
March 23, 2011
You! Happy Birthday handsome! I hope you have a stach-tacular day. Shall we celebrate with some cake? I’ll make the trek to Brooklyn if you promise to be my compass. I’d really rather not wait until Thanksgiving if you know what I mean.
I hope your twenty-seventh year (you big baby) is full of glam and glory. And may today be most wonderful—if only I could persuade Scarlett or Christina to seductively sing you the birthday tune…