His name’s Antonio and he is the very embodiment of the concept “Old Country.” He was born in The Old Country before it was even known as The Old Country. He’s Mark’s bride-to-be’s godfather and, damn, if he isn’t one of the most interesting men I’ve ever met. Sure he slurs together his English like an hour-old cocktail, but when he speaks you just have to listen. He said something earlier today about love and marriage, something simple but more profound than anyone else had to say this entire weekend, something about not going to bed mad at the person you love. Only he said it with enough richness and texture that even I, the proverbial bachelor, had to listen. He held court at The George Washington Bar.