Brothers.

It’s tougher to recognize my frat brothers these days, when they no longer reek of Axe body spray. 

But I still love hanging with them, and I did last night — a very snowy night in Bethesda. Getting together with them is the best – it’s like having 42 big brothers you want to follow around all night. 

Few things get me out of bed at 2:45 a.m., but catching a plane to see them did. An obscenely early wakeup time is henceforth the measure of happiness.