Away We Go....

It's nearly sign-off time at the officino. Within the past three hours, I've received a barage of emails entitled "Columbia: Beware!", subsequently followed by pictures from you wild, reckless, youth-inspired days (nights) upon which we prowled bars like Locals in Five Points. We were 25 and clueless.

As this evening approaches, we are now 32 (or 28 depending on who you ask and how much wine we've consumed) and we're preparing ourselves to be rock stars yet again. My how little things have changed...