Snoop

Countdown: t minus one hour till we are airborn over the pacific ocean. Ten hours of west coast sun, ocean and air and my hair and skin are happy and HUGE. We spent the day roaming around the concrete jungle, listening to the jams on 93.5 from back in the day and mean mobbin in one big ass suburban. Soooooo 1990. Thank god for airport lounges, premiere status, tooth brushes and wifi! Now if I could just time travel past the next 18 hours, I'd be stoked! G'day mate!