The morning of my wedding to Christine, the groomsmen and I set out on one final bachelor adventure. At the risk of being weirdly-patriotic or ripping off the film Wedding Crashers, we hiked from our hotel in downtown DC to the National Mall and watched the sunrise from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. It was also a beautiful moment of clarity before a whirlwind chain of events — a wedding, reception and honeymoon. Just like Professor Xavier and Magneto during X-Men: First Class, we sat on those steps and gazed into a world of hope and equal rights for all mutants. More importantly, we silently celebrated our brotherhood before stumbling into brunch wearing essentially our pajamas.
Looking back, I can’t be prouder of this group of dudes. From our New York City retreat (a story for another time) to their contributions on the big day, I salute Joshua the Wise, Corbin the Craft[y], Steven the Brave, Robert the Loyal and Adam the Best of Men (and the Master of Puppets).