Every Spring I like to throw a little party to celebrate the joys of, well, Spring. Well as often is the case the first one is always the best. A buddy of mine who is quite tough, army – few tours in Iraq and Afghanistan already, had never been to my house before and got a bit lost on his way over. So he is roaming all over the street I live on and he encounters some of our hmm let’s say “entrepreneurs”. Well they swarm around like bees to honey and he simply says do you know where the party is? And without hesitating they reply “oh, you’re looking for the crazy white boy’s party, it’s right up there on your left.” Beautiful. I don’t quite know how I got that reputation in only three months but I’ll take it!