it's what I do

I went to Vegas. It was the diamond's bachelor party.

woman of unnamed occupation: so who's the best man?
me: uh... uh... I guess that's me.

To see our gloriously fine suits, you'll have to make do with the picture above. Until we wear them again.

post-Vegas:
me: yeah, the trip was perfect, exactly what it was supposed to be: lots of glorious stupid masculinity. but it was starkly centering, too. I mean, it was like, okay, vegas is *not* my town. that's not who I am.
blue: is it anyone's town?

Song of the Day: Neil Young - On the Way Home