Thankfully all of Steph’s divorces finally went through last week and we were able to plop down our 30 pieces of silver and get:

License to Ill not pictured

In other news, tomorrow I am off on my bachelor party weekend canoe trip down the James. Groomsmen Jesse and Ross have arranged this final passage into manhood for me, and I’m pretty pumped.

Here is the tentative schedule:

Saturday, September 12th--leave before sunrise. Drink lots of coffee and beat chests. Apply war paint in car.
Evening of Saturday, September 12th--Camp on one of two designated islands. (There may be bears, cougars, and venomous snakes that we will have to fight with our machetes.)
Sunday, September 13th--Pack up camp, jump in canoe, and float to Scottsville.

I have promised Stephanie not to drown. Beyond that remember that what happens in the James stays in the James. (Nigh metaphysical bachelor party pun, ZING!)

In closing, a very merry Unbirthday to you (not me):

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