Driving to Lake Havasu tonight to spend the weekend celebrating my buddy Brian Wurzell. These things always feel a little bit like a funeral… not in a “this sucks, I wish I was somewhere else…” kind of way, but in a “laying your singleness to rest forever” kind of way.
Promise is a lucky lady. Except, well… she’s gotta make out with a bearded dude for the rest of her life.
(My dad had a huge beard when I was a kid. Was kinda like kissing a grizzly bear.)