Kevin was in Vegas for Kris Kline’s bachelor party this weekend. How odd is that? (Background for the non-former-intern readers: Kris, along with the lovely erin, were Kevin’s roommates the summer Kevin and I met. Here’s the infamous trio, mere days before they dyed Kevin’s hair in the bathtub:
And now Kris’s getting married. Hard to imagine…)
Kevin came back from the weekend full of almost no tall tales (a good sign for a bachelor party? who can tell?), emptied the coins from his pockets, and announced that this was what was left of his savings account. The poor boy.
At least it’s better than when he went with his fraternity and called at two in the morning to ask if he could get a tattoo…