George Mason!

George Mason! Madness!

Spent last night in Brookline and hit every bar in Allston twice with Gary. I have no idea why. Three most shameful memories: paying a cover at The Avenue, doing a shot we didn't need at Our House, and c*ck-blocking a guy with a ponytail just because he had a ponytail. What am I, 22?

Inside of five weeks until married life. Excited, but not loving verbs tonight.