My buddy from college, Tone, and his betrothed are in town, and we hit the Yacht Club in style with Tikihead, Jeff, Brando and Trav. Trouble all around.

In the end, we were just shoving fists full of money at purveyors of booze and rides to and from and grunting.

You know you’re old when you’re with your college buddy late night, and you both fall asleep in chairs watching “Mario Eats Italy” while eating burned scrambled eggs and veggie sausage. In an uncharacteristically lucky moment, on a Friday the 13th no less, we were woken up by Anna arriving home from the bachelorette party before we managed to burn the house down after making post-taxi breakfast.