I'm sitting at the bar at Seastar Inn, hangin with Tattoo, all checked in with my scooter parked in front -- so all is right with the world. My world anyway, I am very, very pumped about being back home.

Henry picked me up right on time, and we made a couple of stops along the way.

I've already seen a bunch of familiar faces, and everyone at Seastar Inn is in a great mood, as usual.

I'm drinking a nice fruit punch, waiting for the Bar Crawl bus to pick me up. I think Tattoo is coming, too -- it's going to be a good day, a good week, a good vacation.