The older I get, the more I appreciate my weekends. Not in the same way that I did when I was younger - when a Friday night was a major production (getting ready, going out, where to go next, etc.), but with a slightly more refined, appreciative perspective. I was in New York for a quick two-day trip this week, but I get back to L.A. later this evening and couldn't be happier to sleep in my own bed tonight. And who knows - maybe after tomorrow's dinner date, we'll find ourselves in a dimly lit bar for a nightcap, just for old time's sake.