More Elixir Please

I guess waking up in the middle of the night giggling is better than dreaming of interrogations. If I only knew what was so funny?

Maybe my subconscious was just relieved at having only one beer, no cigarettes, and getting a bunch of work off my plate. Or maybe a little happy fairy came to visit and gave me a shot of magic elixir.

Those Ian Schraeger hotels do aim to please.