The time has finally come. It’s been a few years, but Stacy and I will be flying back to Boston 7 days from today. Taking the red eye in, and arriving on Tuesday to get our marriage license. The rest of the week should be full of hanging out with choice dudes, Death Eater gym sessions, and trying to maintain the stress levels around me at acceptable levels. Maybe even some faux-tourism while I pretend that I don’t know what things in the area look like. Oh and FRIED FUCKING SEAFOOD AND BLACK CHERRY POLAR SELTZER.