My cats and I are back in the pad after our West Coast swing. As much as I enjoy seeing the fellas, nothing beats sleeping in your own sheets, making your own waffles, and using your own toothbrush again.
If we met last week, the pleasure was all mine. If we didn't, we should. Maybe we can play some Fight Night on the PS2. This is the song my guy Solid "the Fatman" Citizen walks into the ring to. It always gets me pumped for a night on the town, which is where I am headed in a matter of moments.