Be they bushy, brushy or pencil-thin, crimson or a whiter shade of pale, ironic earnest, or some measure of both, depending on if that chick in the sundress by the punch bowl is into it, the mustache has crawled its way out of shameful obscurity and reclaimed its rightful place amongst the signs and signifiers of the urban manscape. Get in touch with your inner Oates at this soupstrainer shindig, a fitting tribute to the tuft that made a man out of Mercury, a bandit out of Reynolds and a creep out of you, honestly.
[Savant Project, 1625 Tremont St., Boston. 617.566.5958. 9pm/21+/free. thesavantproject.com]