Patrick and I are off to Jackson, WY this morning. I have to be at his house in three hours so we can leave. I just got home from a relatively new club in town and am a wee bit tipsy. Ok, so that’s a wee bit of an understatement. But it’s a fabulous club and I had a fucking great time. I think some of you reading may have gotten a rather drunk phone call from me a couple hours ago. If so, I apologize. If you didn’t, no worries. I still love you. I just didn’t have your phone numbers. Be grateful.

I have to go pack now, and as I’ve never before packed while under the influence, it might be pretty interesting to see what I end up with when we arrive tomorrow.

I’m doing my best to use proper grammar and punctuation, but it’s a little tough at this point. Forgive me.

See you late next week…