The last time I purposely stayed home on a Saturday night is a distant memory for me. But I don't know anyone here yet so I'm sort of on my own. So I went to the supermarket to buy super important cupboard staples (ginger snaps and black olives) which was my only semblance of a social activity so far this weekend. It was kind of social actually because some guy followed me from aisle to aisle until I stopped, turned around and stared at him until he went slinking back to the cheese display. Maybe I should buy some mace.
I love watching the news here because every single network has the same backdrop -- the Strip -- which makes it look like the super important news from cartoon-land. Newscasters look less serious with a faux Eiffel Tower behind them.
Have I shared my bus stories with you guys yet? No? Here's one. Yesterday I thought I had a meeting first thing in the morning on the Strip so I prepared to take the three buses there. On the second bus I noticed a tugging on my hair after I sat down. I turned around, saw a seemingly harmless looking toothless woman. So I turned back around, went back to reading my book, and she proceeded to pull my hair every thirty seconds for the next ten minutes. As I disentangled myself in order to get off to catch the third bus (corner of Rainbow and Flamingo -- even the streets here sound made up) I saw I had a voicemail from my boss telling me not to come, the meeting had been cancelled. So I rode with hair puller for nothing. Well, not nothing. It's made for something to tell you people.
On a nice note, my boss and I were supposed to go and see Toni Braxton the other night. It was inexplicably cancelled but my boss took me to Sushi Roku instead. Sushi was okay but the view was incredible. I highly recommend it. When it's not propped up behind newscasters, the view of the Strip is freaking cool.
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