Vegas Weekend!

Only not...because I'm spending it writing in my room and in casino coffee shops.

The sad thing is I am SO EXCITED about doing this. Even now I'm listening to the ping ping ping of the slot machines and absolutely loving just sitting down and watching all the different people walk by.

My reverie only ends when someone comes up to me to ask a question. (Or possibly flirt with me? Is that even a possibility? I'm really bad at telling which is which.) I guess I've been here long enough where people think I know what's what on the main floor (oh, how wrong they are).

And although it's tempting to try and win $100,000.00, the likelihood that I actually will is rare. I probably have a better chance of being struck by lightning (I guess it's good that I don't believe I'm a winner. After all, aren't there only losers in Vegas?). To the everyday person, this realization might come as an obvious one, but it really did take me until...oh, yesterday...to realize that I am never ever going to win in the city of sin.

Anyway, we're going out tonight...to somewhere...Vegas-y. That's enough, isn't it? Right?

'Till then though, I'm comfy in my little chair. Happy as a clam. Yes, Ma'am.