November 2, 2012
After managing a minimal cleanup to make the Crimson Tower barely presentable to Mom and Dad, it was time to decamp to the new house, where it appeared the bachelor party was entering its second day. And the “No Girls Allowed” sign apparently was coming down, with an invitation to join the boys for dinner at a local steakhouse. Too tired for pretense, after a brief period of observation to better understand individual personalities (eight years is a long time), bantering with the guys (as learned when hanging out with the UES Irish boyos) took them all by surprise. Good!