In January of 2010, a mismatched group of bloggers gathered in a random bar in the West Village. As will happen when heroic men and women assemble for the free exchange of ideas, copious amounts of alcohol were consumed. I don’t know if I was the first Smoker to venture off to the bathroom that night, but having the bladder of a hamster, there’s a good chance that it was me.

How the cheese curds treating you now?  The eggs benedict staying down?  Is anyone feeling shame for asking for Jim Beam or Jack Daniels, when there most assuredly was much, much better choices?

I will keep this brief, for brevity is the soul of wit, and so you all can actually get through it in between tag team toilet rendezvouses.  And yes, ‘rendezvouses’ is correct.  I looked it up.  On with the show.