It takes a village to take care of Parker when he's drinking whiskey . . . and Boone's Farm . . . and Miller Lite . . . and vodka . . . and whatever

Parker and I are celebrating with the soon-to-be nuptials and their friends. As usual, the Delaware house has become a den of sinful indulgence. And the funny childhood stories attract an endless stream of fable seekers. As SB put it when asked about our party tactics: "Yeah, we rage."

The wedding is tomorrow afternoon, more TK.