It’s a Friday night & I just finished reading«The Fault in Our Stars» by John Green. Sobbing uncontrollably(I’m 21, mind you, not a pre-pubescent Abercrombie & Fitch worshipper), sans boyfriend, I drove over to my local Marc’s, bought a bottle of cheap Cabernet Sauvignon-which they had!-and some ingredients to drunkenly repeat the genius of the Barefoot Contessa in the form of pasta bolognese. A great night, to say the least. I thank you, Guy Named Marc, and his success within the competitive world of entrepreneurship.