Last Monday my old roommate, Andrew, came back for a visit. It was a gorgeous summer day and I headed over to the Frying Pan, an old sunken ship that’s been turned into a bar, to meet them for a drink. I should’ve known there’s never one drink with these guys. I can’t complain about drinking margaritas and eating shrimp, calamari, and mussels on a boat with the sun setting over the Manhattan skyline in the background. I’ve missed hanging out with these guys…