i remember all the places i flew to, getting off a plane in a strange new city, not knowing anbody, not knowing anything about where i am ,ready for another adventure to begin, but then also sort of wishing , it would be cool if there was someone waiting for me with a sign with my name spelled correctly , who calls me ,sir, takes my luggage , takes me out to the limo , and guides me through unexplored lands, it seems only the guys in the suits got that treatment, but the fantasies have once again become a reality and i can still dress like a shitty dirtbag, it's been a long time coming, and i love every fucking minute of it, am i hanging out of the sunroof like a drunk prom queen? you better believe it.