As far as weekends go, this last one ranks right up there...

As far as weekends go, this last one ranks right up there. Seriously, guys, I think I have a permanent face cramp from all the smiling. 

It all started Thursday when I picked Mark Henry up from the airport. Mark had no time to relax or adjust to his new surroundings as I whisked him straight to buy alcohol for the book launch party. We grab a bunch of bottles of Il bastardo, a minikeg of beer and 40s of Mickeys (for us, cause we’re klassy). We wanted Boone’s Farm, but would you believe we couldn’