Well, Mattapalooza was a complete success.
I clapped. I teared up. I met Matt's girlfriend. I snapped pictures like my life depended on it. I won a $20 bet. I went to a wine tasting. I had world-famous creamery ice cream. There was pie at midnight and waffles for breakfast. There was shopping. There was excellent conversation.
But quote of the weekend (and that's saying something):
Uncle Bob: Matt, we need to go out lookin' for cold beer and hot women.
Matt: Well, uh... I'm taken but I'll be your wing-man. How about that?
Oh yes, score.