titty bar beard?

a bunch of the guys went to atlantic city last weekend for a bachelor party and along the way, i learned a few things about life, women, gambling, and most importantly myself. it took a while to sink in and i'm not sure i like the implications of this new information. you see, as the five of us were walking drunkenly out of the tropicana onto the atlantic city boardwalk, one of the rickshaw drivers saw us and yelled "titty bar!" oddly enough, we were on our way to a titty bar. how did he know? kevin has been implicating my beard. apparently *i* am the one that has that "i'm going to a titty bar" look and the root of it is my beard. while i can't totally rule out his theory, i would like to point out that there are several mitigating factors. one, i was not the first one out the door. the rickshaw driver clearly saw several other people first. second, any group of guys in atlantic city staggering around drunk on the boardwalk has a pretty good chance of winding up in a titty bar. third, we were with jim. either way, i'm a bit distraught about the fact that i might have a titty bar beard.