Veg-ass

Okay, soooo...

About a week ago, when I had scratched the surface of the darkest place known to my soul, I was speaking with T about how to pull my head out of my ass about things and get back to normalcy after the last month.

"You have a voucher you obviously can't use if your business trip was cancelled."

"Yeah, and I already took the time off of work too."

"So, meet me in Vegas?"

"Okay."

Yeah, I'm a tough sale, I know.

BUT what does one do when they have an airfare voucher and a need to wreak total havoc on society by means of taunting, ass shaking, and ultimately bringing any innocent victim they can find to fuck with to their knees?

Well. They go...

They... They...

They go to Vegas of course... DUH. Sin City my peeps. That's where I'm bound for.

Why? Because it's a 24 hour party... It's my special place. It's my PLAY GROUND.
To make it even more golden, my lovely friend Teresa Naomi will be driving East to join me for this fun filled weekend :)

Any body remembered what happened the LAST time T and I met in Vegas?
No, not THAT.

But the next best thing! I think I was screaming something about the ass sex hotline into the phone and she was trying to keep me from my drunk hand stand attempts on the bed.

Good times.

I had this coming to me people, and dammit I earned it. I've been through enough torture and open ends to twist my panties just tight enough that I could be socially dangerous in every way. And why not?

Unfortunately for me this trip was extremely last minute and spontaneous so we're planning on just chilling by the pool in the daytime, maybe doing some shopping, gambling...etc.

Once the sun goes down it's trouble time people. And I admit and promise there will most likely be an audioblog... So stay tuned for that.

Only problem is, since I HAD to fly Delta, I get the scenic route into Utah. My lay-over is short enough for me to attack a needy mormon in the airport bar and bounce onto my flight. I should be in beautiful Nevada by 11am.

*big long happy dance with lots of smiles and holy shits this is totally the light at the end of the tunnel for me*

I will party.
I will be naughty.
I will be sexy as hell.
She will be wearing that god damn black number and the pouty lip.
She will be sexy.
She will party.

We will be two sexy bitches with poor ass attitudes with no other agenda than to ruin your lives... Or make them. Which, if you're wearing a baseball cap when you approach me... your odds are good.

Make a note. Don't know why I like the baseball caps.... it's a weakness like kryptonite.

Shake it off Em.


Okay anyway, since it will be in the 100's there I haven't packed much. Heh.
I know, I know the casino's are air conditioned but who has time for that crap? If I want to rock the bikini top and shorts inside I can, so fuck off.... or buy me a drink.

Alright you sexy gents and bitches. I get on a plane at 6am which means my lucky ass gets to spend Wednesday and Wednesday night pedicuring and packing. So that means that you either get to wait until Thursday night for a drunk blog, or Shawn entertains you... Which without me being here to babysit is kinda scary :)

I'll see you in the casino.
I'll be the sexy bitch hammering the gasoline and coke.

Kinda still in the air over whether thery'll be an HNT or not. If so it may be an archive dive.... Either that or Shawn can sponsor HNT again!!!!