I’m sitting on an airplane right now to New York City in coach, which is a whole other treat in itself. I hate flying coach. Whenever I fly I always try to upgrade with all of the certificates I have.

Not to sound like a total snob, but I have to tell you something – once you fly business class, it’s really hard to go back to coach.

Remember that first bite of a McDonald’s hamburger and how good it tasted? And then the first time you went to Morton’s Steakhouse and had a really good piece of meat? It’s just hard to go back to McDonald’s after that.

Do you want to get lucky? Do you REALLY want to get lucky this weekend? Do you want to go out and hook up with the greatest-looking stranger?

Do you want to have incredible stranger sex? And then wake up the next morning and do it all over again? And then send them off into the afternoon without having a clue about how that ever happened?

How the hell did YOU get lucky?

What is the definition of luck?