I think this is how people do this...

Hmm...ok....guess this is where I tell you what I am up to.  :) 

Disclaimer: My little fingers are feeling particularly non exclamatory. So, imagine all of this with overwhelming excitement flowing onto your computer screen. Or-here- I'll get it all out.   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Well, as anyone who cares enough to know about what is happening in my new weird life, you already know that I live in LA now...have since the end of October. No sense in harping on the past. This is what's on my mind: 

I got a new driver's license and it looks like I have a mullet.  :( 

I have had Barry Manilow songs in my head all week. I went to Vegas for work from Monday till today and had a fricken blast. We (myself, Mandy-the woman I am a personal assitant for, and her production company partner, Peter) stayed at the Las Vegas Hilton where Manilow headlines. I have heard way too much about Lola's yellow ribbons to say the least. Food for thought: How does good ole Barry get his face to look like that? Surely genetics would've served him better. 

I just saw a commercial for a Natalee Holloway MOVIE on Lifetime. Too soon? I think so. Thoughts and prayers to your higher being of choice for her family. 

Vegas was fun. Peter drove and Mandy sat in the front, I was in the back and had special treatment because I am a Vegas virgin. We drove in and they took me right onto the strip. AWESOME!!! Really, it is everything one would expect. Bright lights, huge hotels, boobs, brothels, a casino here and there. Overwhelmingly exciting and gluttonous. In a good way. I really loved it. Anybody up for a trip? I'm game. Monday night we went to dinner and then we went to the Stratosphere where Peter insisted I ride not one, not two, but all three of the rides on top of the tower (I had mentioned on the way there that I love roller coasters). I obliged happily. So I dangled 110 stories in the air. Literally. The rides all hang over the edge. Kinda badass. Vegas certainly does cater itself to a smorgasbord of people. Kinda made me realize why America is known as the fat country. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know I could tone up as well. But...it's a health thing! Come on, America! Lets get sexy. The second day there was filled with meetings for Mandy and Peter, so I was along with them all day and then we hit the casino where I won a little bit and I do mean a little bit. Forty on a ten bet. Black jack. I find that playing the innocent little beginner behooves me. People give little tips. Hey, more than I had before right? Had some free cocktails that tasted like paper. 

Oh, did I mention that Tuesday night we met for a dinner meeting with 2 brothel owners? They wore lots of gold. 

Hey, remember when it was cool to describe things as "pimp"? Stream of consciousness. 

The ride from LA to Vegas is pretty much 3 1/2 hours of dirt and joshua trees. Made me think of U2. 

My love for Gustav Klimt art has been reinforced and I am currently looking for prints to frame for my little haven. 

In an effort to bring physical and mental harmony to my life (anyone who knows me is well aware that my mind has trouble not being on an effing treadmill) I have taken up the long process of perfecting Power Yoga. I mean, damn. It is very challenging. So I got a training video that is eighty minutes. A real ass kicker. So I am moving farther up and up per day working up to the full 80 minutes. Then, I will start going to classes. There is this awesome place in Santa Monica that is all donation. Thats what I'm talkin' about!! Wish me luck. 

Guess I'll post this link on my facebook or something. I miss everyone a lot! This blog thing is kind of fun :)

 

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