A picture from a New Year’s Eve party, at which my buddy Dave, the host, got a pig (in case you couldn’t tell from the picture).

In exactly one week, I leave for Amsterdam for Dave’s bachelor party with a number of guys in this picture. I’ve only been to Amsterdam once, in 2000, and for about fourteen hours, and in that time my buddy Conor and I almost got robbed by a dude with a knife. Next week, I’m headed there for five nights with twelve dudes from South Philly, the large majority of which have never travelled anywhere but the Jersey shore, Key West or Cancun. The motto for our trip is “Thirteen Dudes, Eight Criminal Records.”

God help that city.