This is a story about three young bros and the two incredible older women who gave them a night to remember. If I hadn’t been part of it, I probably wouldn’t believe it.

Manny, Wigs and I basically grew up together. We’re all 20 now, and we’ve been friends for 14 years. We went to the same schools, and our bond was sealed early on. Our moms were all good friends, so our families often hung out. They still do.

As middle schoolers, we took swimming lessons as a group and played on the same soccer team. Later, we even briefly had our own garage band. Wigs could play a little guitar, and I faked it as a drummer. But Manny was the one with real musical talent, being a proficient keyboardist and a great singer. After high school, he wound up going to a music conservatory on the West Coast. That... Read More