Fuscia

I promised Fuscia I would dedicate my post-Vegas blog to her, hence the title. Hi Fuscia!
So what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas BUT I can certainly allude to things, can't I?
Jessica is not too fond of velvet ropes. She feels that the entire club should be a VIP section hence the rope should come down. This led to us almost being removed from a certain night club. This in turn led to an altercation on an elevator which in turn led to me waiting in a Keno lounge while Jessica was questioned by casino security and then kindly asked to leave. I will give her credit -- no amount of gin ingested apparently has any effect on her being able to scream "MISOGYNIST" at the top her lungs. Considering that she couldn't remember what hotel we were in while she was screaming it, I was fairly impressed. I wish I could tell you the whole story, but you know the rules...
Prostitution is not legal in the city of Las Vegas. However, one would think it is based on the sheer volume of advertisements for escort services. Unless those girls really plan to escort you somewhere. Someone I know -- who shall remain nameless -- was probably in need of "escorting" somewhere. Yeah, that must have been it. Maybe he didn't want to go somewhere alone... like Denny's or the 7-11. Yeah, I'm sure it was something completely innocent like that. Again, I could probably flesh this out a bit better for you if we were still IN Vegas, but we're not...
We met a lot of people. Most of them were 22 and in the military and inexplicably attracted to me. Then there were the two "winners" who thought we would be impressed that they lost $200 at a time at the $10 black jack tables at O'Shea's. 'Cuz it takes a real man to do that. I have to say the most attractive person I met was an Argentinian bartender at Harrah's named Anna. (I told you people that I was going to become a lesbian in 2006). She could flip bottles like nobody's business -- you have to know how to flip bottles without hitting yourself in the head if you're going to make any tips in Vegas.
Oh and it snowed. Yeah, it snowed in Vegas. I have no idea when that happened -- between the lack of clocks and the blackout shades in every hotel room, I have no idea what happened when because I never knew what time it was nor what day. It is going to take me a few days to get over that. And to get over the withdrawal from first-thing-in-the-afternoon bloody marys and slots at noon.