Fight For Your Right To (Bread) PARTY!

Ever since the first historic meeting of Mustaches and Italians, we have attempted to understand and explore the cultures of our new European friends. While some concepts, like soccer and photoshop, were easy to translate, others remained steadfastly enigmatic. At the core of our confusion: The Bread Party, a mysterious Italian activity that Fayna could only describe as "It consists of taking some pieces of bread and to put them in a salad container (I don't know the right word) and to shake the whole creation. The purpose of the ritual is known only by Sir Alex himself.Geniale no?"

Geniale indeed.

We decided that the best way to bridge our cultural divide was to have our own bread party. We came together on a beautiful Saturday afternoon (reminiscent of the ideal weather we had for our Barrows trip) and set out to have a good old-fashioned Italian bread party. Along the way, we learned something about bread....and ourselves.

Of course, we had to start by loading up the Mustachemobile. Bread doesn't buy itself, you know. Or grow on trees.

Our first stop was Super One foods where we snagged a primo parking spot and made a beeline for the bakery.

We carefully poked and prodded their wares, forcing them to yield up their yeasty secrets. We eventually settled on some Super One brand white and 12-grain, banana-nut, and, of course, two varieties of Italian.

Kubas caught a ride with Garfield and Bundy posed both as Heisman and with his mother (a fellow bread enthusiast), and we were on our way.

In an effort to kill some time until Cameron got off of work, we decided to go around town and promote the political efforts of the Bread Party. We demonstrated bread employee benefits,

the bread postal service,

the Bread Gestapo,

and, on a more tragic note, the problem of bread abuse.

Once back at the Kubas residence, we could begin our bread party in earnest. Cameron provided unused bread necessities, and then entertained us with his vivacious Spanish, no wait , Italian guitar! We dutifully tossed our bread in a "salad container" with "salad inside," as "specificated" by Fayna. Huzzah!

As far as we know, the bread party was a smashing success. To be fair, with no real guidelines, anything could be considered a success, but c'mon; how could this possibly be a failure?

Here's hoping we made Italy proud!

(Check back later for a no doubt masterfully produced video diary of our experience.)

[Written by Maxwell Kuehn. Edited by Andrew Kubas*. Future video updates provided by Kurt Hukriede. Special thanks to Cameron Holmes for allowing The Mustaches to invade Ace Hardware and to little sister Amy for allowing the use of her digital camera.]

*Editor's Note: It just so happens that the word "Bread" can be rearranged to form the word "Beard." Beards happen to go hand-in-hand with mustaches. Coincidence? No, in fact, this Bread Party was destiny.