Here's my friend Charlie. Since he moved to the coast he pays $250 covers to get into clubs, and his landlord's ashes are on his mantel. He rents from the deceased owner's trust, and for some reason no one ever picked him up. You can't make this stuff up.
Charlie and "Rally-Car" Basch. Fun fact: Basch
Here are Jacob, Joel, Sam and Paul (L-R) at the legendary Carl's Chop House in Detroit.
After dinner we went down to the Greektown Casino, where my brother lost something like $3700 playing "Casino War." Story of his life: win at craps, have one beer, lose it all at casino war. Enter rabbinical school. These guys got this way by 9. Note young Goldy in the middle.
In short, I sent off my single life in style - not with tawdry striptease and consanguine social disease, but with a giant T-bone and large Scotches. Which, oddly enough, is pretty much how I would celebrate anyway. If you wouldn't do it normally, the week before you get married is not the time to start with the strippers.