Light Within Light

Another Friday night is in the books. The ladies are hugging; the bros are bro-fiving, and everyone is taking off from the man cave to sneak in before curfew – maybe one or two minutes after curfew. As your favorite group of people disappear into the black, chilly evening, you head back inside, and your thoughts begin to race about how you rocked as a host and how perfect the hangout went. The night started with some pizza, transitioned into catch phrase, and ended with everyone taking out...