Why on earth would I have a sex dream about PITBULL, of all people. Why.
(It was a victory lap, of sorts, after I took to the stage at Madison Square Garden to sing “Home Sweet Home” — a bait and switch by the band, as I was supposed to sing another big ballad. And I nailed it anyway. Also Jane Pratt was at a shop down the street and she was very messy with her used tampons.)