This trip was so much more amazing than I ever imagined, I’m considering getting the bride and groom’s names tattooed on my belly, thug-life style… From the “book a vacation, get an audition, dept.”: voicemail from my agent saying “Cougar Town” had wanted me to come in yesterday. It happens… I’ve missed black people… Time to pay the price of visiting paradise: two different flights over 19 hours to make it home. But I’ll be back in Los Angeles this afternoon, so finish robbing me and get out of my apartment – I’m gonna want to lay down.
