last night

Last night I attended the...ahem...Extravaganza of Freestyle with two friends from work who will remain unnamed (so as to protect their identity. You know who you are.)

While entertaining, lets just say that was enough freestyle to last me, well, forever.

What is it about growing up in New York City during a particular time that results in such an inexplicable affinity for the Cover Girls?

I know I'm not alone in this affliction..