Editor’s note: This is the final installment in Joe Giovannetti’s weeklong diary about his Thanksgiving trip.

Day Four: Friday

9:17 a.m.: I’ll save you the details of Thanksgiving dinner. It would suffice to say it involved several, “What are you going to do after graduation?” questions followed by me trying to explain the nuances of a Back Page diary and a confused relative walking away.

7 p.m.: Rach, Jon and I just left downtown and we’re on our way to pick up Fields and then to my house before we go out.

8:47: Jon, Fields and I are on our third round of blue gingers when Assistant City Editor Stephanie Nehmens arrives. We can’t go out yet because she has to get ready.

10:25: We’re walking on Columbus Street when a man comes running from behind to stop us. He said one of us made a dissenting comment about him. I’m pretty sure you can all guess who in the party was responsible.

Regardless of what was said, I think the larger issue is how this man decided to handle it. He heard the comment, continued on his jog and, two blocks later, decided he wasn’t going to take it and ran back to catch us holding a Carmel Machiatto. In that two blocks time, he had time to go to Starbucks, chat up a barista and come back to catch us.

Let me make the first of what will eventually become a list of Back Page commandments: if you have a problem with a random person on the street, you are allowed just 10 seconds to go back and face the person. I want to stop this now before I get calls from my Kindergarten classmates complaining that I ate too much paste.

10:33: We arrive at Bar None in North Beach. Bar None is packed every night and has a real college atmosphere, mostly because of the six beer pong tables in one corner of the bar.

10:41: The altercation is over, but Stephanie is terrified. She’s latched onto me like I’m the last lifeboat on the Titanic. I’m pretty sure this is the most freaked out I have ever seen her.

11:55: Until now.

I’m at the bar waiting for two pitchers when Stephanie comes running up, her eyes as big as dinner plates.

Stephanie: “O-M-G, Fields just tried to make out with me.”

O-M-G, indeed. In a situation like this, I’m inclined to believe the pretty woman, but because Fields is my best friend, I’ll try to defend him.

He did suffer a head injury. Jon and Fields were wrestling somewhere on Columbus Street when Jon attempted to throw Fields off the ropes. Except “the ropes” were a lamp post.

The next morning, Fields said it was a joke. The humor in, “So you wanna make out?” isn’t really clear when you’re slurring your words, and you’ve got a bobble-head thing going on.

This seems as good a time as any to wrap things up. Because we’re nearing the diary’s 2,500 word mark, it’s time to go over the lessons we’ve learned:

-You can take away our right to have liquids in the airport, but you can’t take our souls.

-Fields doesn’t respect libel laws.

-If you want Irish car bombs, don’t go to an Irish bar.

-Lap dances aren’t that expensive, but the fee to use the ATM, that’s how they get you.

-The 10-second rule is officially in effect.

-If your best friend tries to make out with your coworker, give him the benefit of the doubt. Man law.

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