With my buddy from college and his lovely betrothed in town last weekend, I exceeded all sorts of limits. Too much consumption. Too much Yacht Club. Waaaaay too much beer. Unbelievable amounts of espresso brewed Scotty-style. Not nearly enough Ashetonio screaming in Brando’s sound-proof room, though.

But probably the most mysterious and dangerous thing I did all weekend was peg leg, eye patch-style, sneaker net, piracy.

If you know me, ask me about it sometime.