2013 started the same way 2012 ended: At a New Year’s Eve party in Northeast Minneapolis.

A Devil’s Night Out


For my birthday, I forced my friends to wear masks, play poker, and auction off parts of their personality.

The cake was made by a friend of ours. She must have sold her soul for her cake-making ability, so it was fitting.
We liked it so much, in fact, that we had her make another one for Lauren’s birthday.
We went to the Pacific Northwest for a post-Thanksgiving extravaganza so massive that it had two satellite events in its orbit. I had waffles made of stuffing, garlic-injected smashed potatoes, and Cornish game hens marinaded in buttermilk and wing sauce. Then, I slept until 3:00 pm.
On our last day, Lauren and I took the ferry across Puget sound, just to take photos of the city.
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