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Bachelor party tonight. My friend and cycling buddy John is signing on for a lifetime of death, joining us in our misery, whatever expression you wish to use. Fair warning: We're starting at the Elk' s Club, then who knows from there.
I'm going to try to pace myself, even though I mentioned yesterday that I'm going on vacation tomorrow. But four hours in the car with kids' folk music playing the whole time, especially with a bad hangover, is not the way to start a week at the beach.
Or is it?