I ran into and old friend by the name of Sean Clubine at Best Buy yesterday. For some strange reason we began recounting horror stories about our time spent at Wesley Woods.

Then he asked if I went to Mexico for confirmation. I didn’t.

He asked because he wanted to know if I remembered eating in a restaurant where they were holding a cockfighting match.

Now I wish I would have went on that trip to Mexico. Cockfighting wasn’t in the brochure.