I love weekends. They’re rife with potential – for adventure. Granted, that usually means a concert, bar-hopping, or sleeping through both of those things, but I don’t live in New England. John, however, is trapped there, and he seems to be having a pleasant enough time “joining the Illuminati,” “staving off a demonic invasion,” and whatever other crazy slang lingo drips from this apparently endless faucet of cool. Fortunately, you will once again have the opportunity to take an all-too-brief tour this weekend – but with even more locations in which to perform wholesome activities like “investigating what lies behind the rising darkness.” That means, like, braiding each others’ hair, right?

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