Random and Odd

What happens in Vegas

Stays in Vegas? Yeah, right…who ever came up with that cute, little diddy, was NOT a blogger.

I guess if that statement was true I wouldn’t tell you that the day we left…my drunken auntie Flo came to visit, Shaun barfed on the plane on the way there (sidenote: Shaun can joke about anything, but bodily fluids. He’s weird like that) The bed at Circus Circus was about a half a step up from sleeping on milk crates. Don’t get me started on the pillows. I have fluffier sweaters than those things. Am I complaining about 2 days away from my crazy house?

OH. OH. OH MY GOD…the part of the trip that changed my life as I know it; The cab ride.
In my little world, with my small circle of friends we have our little ‘flaws’. I have a knack for getting blamed for everything and I can confuse a rocket scientist with my description of logic. ‘Cita stresses out for everyone she knows. My beautiful friend, Lisa…well, lets just say her driving is like a warm shot of Drano to your stomach.

On our way to the show we had to catch a cab ride to get from one end of the strip to the other. We climbed in and told the driver where we wanted to go and of course, he took the longest route possible. On the longest route possible I finally found someone who has the same driving disorder that My Beautiful Friend, Lisa has. Maybe you know someone that shares this disorder. They put their foot on the gas, take it off, put it back on, take it back off, put it back on…and this goes on for miles. It seriously feels like the transmission is going to hurl itself out onto the freeway or all the gas was siphoned from the tank before we left. It’s not enough to give you whiplash, but just enough to cause a full blown anxiety attack.
When we got out of the car in front of New York, New York I told Shaun to remind me to call My Beautiful Friend, Lisa and tell her how sorry I was for ever picking on the way she drives. The cab driver was the worst ‘surging’ driver ON.THE.PLANET. He made MBF Lisa feel like a Limo driver.

See, I’m making the trip sound like a trip into hell. It wasn’t. It was a blast. We found ways to keep ourselves laughing. Our favorite one was walking down the strip taking the cards from the guys handing out ‘sex cards’. They all have pictures of beautiful women, half naked with stars where the nipples are sposta be. Each cards boasts the cool ‘porn’ name the women have and how much they charge for late night hotel room fun.
When we got back to the hotel we would pull the 50 or more so cards from our pockets and pretend we had trading cards. I won. I got the Barbie Twins and a hot, sexy babe named ‘Hope’. Shaun said it looks like her rookie card and will be worth a lot later if I hold on to it. I put them under my pillow for safe keeping.

We got home fairly early, but we were both so tired we just crashed out.

I’ll upload some lame pictures tomorrow and tell you all about the wonderful show we got to see.

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Shit, forgot about FRIDAY!!

TODAY..find a picture of something from your HOME.

This is a freebe week…play if you want. I have two weeks of catching up.

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