Pretty Damn Happy
I?m skipping out for the weekend, guys. Tomorrow morning I?m heading up to a little town called Stillwater, NY to visit my best friend Joy and my fairy goddaughter, Kate. I don?t think I could possibly be more excited about it. I haven?t seen Joy since the time in New York when we got off the subway too soon and ended up lost in Harlem. Now that was an adventure. Lesson learned: no matter how car sick you?re feeling don?t get off the subway unless you?re really sure about what you?re stepping into.

In the random segway section we find that the other day I was noticing the difference between rock stars and pop stars. I think the main thing that separates them is looks. Rock stars tend to be really ugly. Steven Tyler, Tom Petty, Mick Jagger and all the rest are completely unattractive. You know you?ve got staying power when you look like that and are still a sex symbol. Of course there?s always the exception that proves the rule and that would be my boy Bon Jovi. I drove through his hometown two days ago and had to smile. I love me some Bon Jovi.