Filed under: Life Happens
Is it me, or did the whole non-geeky Internet suddenly discover lolcats? You people need to hang out in uber-nerd, can’t get laid because I’m 14 and haven’t seen the sun in years forums more often. (Nickolas has been out of town for three straight weeks!).
In non-nerd news, Las Vegas may be one of my favorite places ever. Why? A) No one looks at you askance if you start drinking when you wake up. These are my peeps. B) Food is available at all kinds of weird hours. C) You are not required to ever see the blazing hot sun, not once (also, refer to previous paragraph).
I didn’t sleep very much, partly because I’m a bad sleeper, mostly because my friend likes to make out with random boys and I had to play wing-woman/fend off roomfuls of boys who WEREN’T making out with anyone but would like to. I wish I could sleep with one eye open. I saw a PlayBoy playmate and got her autograph for my coworker (admit it, you watch the Girls Next Door, too), who screamed during a meeting when I told her about it. Someone stepped on my toe so hard that my nail now has a huge buckling bubble under it, and I’m still complaining about how it hurts to walk. Add to that the fact that I walked at least seven miles in 3-inch heels, and we have ourselves some very pissed off feet. I saw the Beatles/Cirque du Soleil show, I saw some very cool hotels, got a little sunburnt by the pool, skanked it up in dresses and short skirts and low-cut tops (so low that at the morning buffet, after spending the night on a couch while my friend cuddled [I slept on a couch for cuddling??] with some man, I’m pretty sure I got many “what a ho-bag” looks from the fanny-pack set chowing down on their crab legs), won $50 on the nickel slots, and generally had a great time.
I decided not to sleep at all on Saturday night, because we rolled in at 6am and I had to be at the airport by 8am, which was probably a bad idea. I went from the airport in Seattle straight back out drinking (four vodka Red Bulls and a couple shots), which f’ed up my friends and just seemed to make me slightly less sleepy, and saw a great Peter Bjorn and John show.
I’m still recovering. My toe hurts.
