It’s 3:31 a.m. Pacific Standard Time. I’m awake. Twelve hours ago, while out on a lunch date with my Wifey, I had an alcoholic beverage to celebrate. We celebrated all right; with more drinks at the crib, flipping hip hop records over, and a mini dance party with our canine friends. And oh yeah, another delicious meal for two. I don’t really remember just how I fell asleep but I know it was prematurely around the hours of 10 p.m. Which isn’t all that early, but now 5 hours later I find myself wide awake with nothing to do and nowhere to go. Here’s to Martin Luther King Jr and day drinking.