Weekend at The Hotel Cat

I spent this weekend at The Hotel Cat, aka Ginny’s place in Southside. Four kitties of various sizes and dispositions were at my beck and call. In the sink brushing my teeth, on the computer writing my e-mails, doing my laundry, offering beauty makeovers, etc.

Ginny and I saw supported Hot Lava, peeped on people having sex in a car, pulled A-C off the roof and out of her romper, ate a lot of Mexican, drank vodka and watched Susan say farewell to dudez. It was a solid weekend.

Also, Winston (I am not referring to Ginny) was a guest on Pot Psychology! (I’m sorry I sweat Winston…)