Playing with some editing on this one...
Sleepy B, after a bachelor party weekend in Vegas with all of his very best friends. I 'spose this is how the best man should feel after organizing a weekend of...well...whatever it is that young men do at these things. (I don't want/need to know).
Meanwhile, I spent the weekend at school, soaking up all the coaching knowledge my little heart can hold. Because really, you can check your over analyzing, problem solving brain at the door with these classes. (ps--anyone want to be my client while I learn?)
I don't think our weekends could have been more different if we tried.
Glad to have him home and (mostly) alive, though ;)