"Are You Threatening Me?" Jim can make those scary faces with the best of 'em. Which is why the military is a perfect fit for the gent. And the glasses are fabulous, just so you know!

Alas, due to a fun weekend upstate, I missed out on saying goodbye to one of my closest buds. Regret Numero Dos? Missing ol' Jimbo's farewell gala. Lamentably, an otherwise awesome handful of days and even a couple more nights of drunken hare-brained schemes of Jim and Tom ended with an anti-climactic afternoon in Manhattan at the Peculier Pub. (The name of the joint was purposely mis-spelled, but I'm not sure what the specific mis-spelling was, so just accept it, and let's move on...) Chris, Jim, and I fortunately were able to get in our requisite Deep Conversation of the Jim Season, then. (For the uninitiated, there are two Jim Seasons: Christmas and Summer) But the final man-hug and "I'll talk to ya soon," opportunity was not to-be. I regret that. Jim, I love ya buddy. And Georgia Peach sends her southern regards!

"This is a celebration, bitches! Enjoy yourselves!"