Hey Foxy, should have called you sooner, but man, when life hands you lemons, you go throw those out and make sangria.
Me and Logan are with Sam over here in glorious LA. I think I prefer Vegas or something, because seriously, this place is just all cars and fake tans. And I prefer my fake tans in lots of glitter with a little music playing.
That means strippers, if you know, you didn't get that. Just thought you should know. [Laughter]
So yeah, anyway, didn't mean to skip town on you or anyone. Work knows about this little trip, but I figured you didn't, unless an old girlfriend somehow got into contact with you. Well, its my turn to stay up, because I think Lo needs some beauty sleep before things get too crazy.
Talk to you later, Foxy. Call me or text. I'd like to hear from you, make sure your peanut allergy isn't acting up.