Sigh. Vacations are never long enough, you know?
Things I forgot to mention in my previous post -
T2 is super awesome and gives good prezzie. Thank you mister, and I cannot wait to use the rope with my fella. (Climbing rope, people! MINDS OUTTA THE GUTTER!)
Wendy Williams is my hott lesbo gf. Yes, you can put your minds back in the gutter for that one.

Speaking of hot - Vegas was hellishly hot. I just kept clinging to Serpico (hometown boy that he is), thinking to myself, “Yeah, I could not do this.” There was the heat, and the mini-malls and the smoking and the smoking and the smoking. EVERYWHERE THE SMOKING. There was the puking (from heat exhaustion - I am a delicate flower) and the sort of blurry buzz that settled in my ears around day 2. I was overwhelmed and underwhelmed all at the same time. The strip is huge and shiny and sad. The Fremont Street Experience is just sad, and I did not get a deep-fried Twinkie. I did, however get yelled at by a bouncer at the Glitter Gulch. I saw dead people preserved with plastic, in the middle of a casino whose elevators smelled like old people. Shiny sadness.

And then…? Vegas was rescued by the lovely lovely people. Oh my GOD, so unfair. Vegas has some of the BEST:
Scott and Heather, who I am so madly in love with it’s a little embarrassing. I keep trying to grab Heather’s butt. If you were near it, you’d understand. Heather butt=awesome. Scott is my “understanding how excellent Gert is” pal, and helped me keep Serpico’s haterism at bay.
Super Bon-Bon, who I saw only momentarily… sigh. So pretty. So, so pretty. Inside and out.
Josh Ellis, a sweet man and excellent cook, whose mama reminded me so much of MY mama that I had to call and make sure she wasn’t missing - thank you for the lovely wine glasses you guys. Now I need to import some wine drinkers!
Harmoni, who I never saw not smiling, who shared apple gum and awesome “how to survive when everyone only wants to go to bars” secrets with me. Thanks, Harm.
Harry and Leilani (and Jake and Sam) who make me want to have a family JUST LIKE THAT. Seriously, Harry? Imma try and marry your wife. Evidently I have till October to get that sorted out.
Matt and Warren, who are not THAT Matt and Warren, but an entirely other awesome pair of Matts and Warrens, and who will soon be breaking hearts in Portland, OR. Talented fellas both.
Linda, who is lovely and made me feel like part of the crew.
The Marth’s, Ryan and Melissa, who are FREAKING BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. Ryan makes me want to learn more about biology and talk about recording methods all night, and Melissa makes me want to learn more about what makes her eyes SO HUGE. Seriously, manga eyes. And I should know!
There was evidently another Marth, but he was a dick to me, so fuck ‘im.
Dayvid Figler, who is the cutest judge ever. He needs his own stuffed animal-type-thingie. All big eyes and law robes.
Miles and his wife Jaqueline - Miles is so hard that it puts me to shame for my heat frustration. Dude climbs walls with a BROKEN BACK. Then goes out that night and plays pool. Just… wow.
I am sure there are people I am forgetting, but please forgive… It has been an insane few weeks.

Back at work now, which I am planning on going on about in detail. But first? OTAKON. And lunch this week with Nana Kitade. That’s right yo, I lunch with Gothic-lolita JPop superstars. THAT is how I roll…

OH! BTW? Baby Monster passed her state boards, and is now officially a hairdresser. Way to go, Midge. SO PROUD!

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