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Friends, rummies, countrymen,
Between the proposal, the engagement, talking about the engagement, and drinking to the engagement, I realize that the past few weeks seem like they've been about me, me, me. For some, this might seem like a problem. For others, perhaps, an opportunity. More drink! More me!
The truth is, of course, that I asked Stephanie to marry me in the nick of time. I have this... problem. Back where I come from, we call it "aging." This Thursday marks my 36th aging event, and to "celebrate" it, we're going to Von. This is a great bar, a pubnight favorite, and the place where I met that hottie meant for just me, Stephanie. We'll be in the very hip back room, so if you're wondering why I brought you to a dumpy, crowded, divy bar, meander more.
I promise, sooner or later, it'll be all about you, you, you. And maybe you.
No matter where you go, there you are.
Vineelio (& Rebecca & Mike & Cindy & TK)