A few days ago in Denver, my brother and I had dinner with Christina, a childhood friend we had not seen in 23 years. The last time the three of us occupied the same room, Tyler was dirtying diapers and I believed my Baby Katie doll was capable of the rational thought I was not.…
Remember Jenga. Do you remember being rushed to the hospital after an errant blog of wood became lodged in your face? Then you don’t remember Jenga. Not real Jenga. Not Jenga for men. Jenga took this guy’s face off. But he’s still playing. And Jenga for men was played last night in Denver, CO at…
