Shhhhhh! It's four AM in Vegas!

Ok peeps, I made hit out to Sin City with nary a problem but for the fact that I was awake for 22 hours straight and definitely looked the part. The two flights were awesome, and I can say that because I am likely the most easily amused person on the face of the earth. I spent my downtime at the Halifax Airport speculating if the person across from me was a tranny or just an over-the-top ugly chick. I spent my first flight marvelling at the banana muffin I was provided, and wondering how anyone could make anything taste that industrial and yet have it fill a void. On the second flight, the takeoff was better than sex (Bob pouted when I made that comment) but whatevs.

Coming into Las Vegas was bitchin. I spent almost two hours with my face plastered against the airplane window, marvelling at how nifty earth looks from the sky. Can anyone tell me why the midwest seems to be comprised of fields full of crop circles? I'm sure there's a simple explanation, but I'm too simple a girl to know what it is.

Our first view of The Strip was pretty wicked too. It makes it seem like the whole city just exists to provide workers to service the endless throng of gin-soaked idiots who can't WAIT to blow what little money they have. (That of course would never describe me, as I have never liked Gin. I am scotch-soaked idiot, thank you very much.)

Our first few hours were fairly uneventful as we were so FUCKING TIRED that we both basically fell asleep entangled in bathrobes will all the lights on in our suite. Yeah baby, I said suite, and although it's the most basic suite The Palazzo has to offer, it still makes me feel like I need to dress up just to go and take a crap.

Despite my best efforts at manipulating my sleep patterns and avoding jet lag, I was awake this morning at 3 AM local time and I can't get to sleep, so I decided to cough up the $12.95 per day for room internet access and come hang out in the dark with all of you while my husband snores blissfully ten feet away. I hope you feel special....

I mean, I COULD have taken that dough and headed down to the Casino and made my fortune on the nickel slots. (HAHAHAHA)

Anyway, if I can ever persude my husband to get his ass up, we're planning on venturing out on the strip and seeing some sights. I'll be back later to post some pics when we come back here in the afternoon and crash before tonight's official event at Madame Tussauds.

Have an intense day, y'all, and I'm off to take my second bubble bath in twelve hours. (I could do the backstroke in this tub, y'all!)

Later...