Hurts so Good

Not Married Mike is getting married at Our Lady of Pompeii in four hours and our room is still recovering from the underwear-only dance party we hosted at 4:30am after tapas at Boqueria in SoHo and an out-of-towners meet-up at Tribeca Tap House and some private-room karaoke madness in Chinatown. I don't have much of a voice right now and my head may or may not be broken, but damn I feel good.