Friends, I come bearing tidings of much joy. For I, Barney Stinson, am about to partake in the most anticipated ceremony of the year. A ceremony men dream of from the time they’re fetuses. A ceremony honoring love of all things new. And what better way to make room for the new, then to go all Independence Day on some old building’s ass? That’s right, gentlemen, I get to blow up The Arcadian! The band has been booked, the food sampled, the cake frosted. All that’s left is for you, my bros in crime, to share in this beautiful day with me. And as always: black tie absolutely not optional.