06.01.00

Shame on me for not getting back to you sooner, but I've been too busy to breathe, let alone write in here. That's sort of a lie really, I just haven't had the inclination.

Las Vegas was a hoot, though not a little annoying after a bit. While I didn't clue my travel mates in, I became mildly depressed while out there. So much schmaltz, so little substance. It's all about excess and indulgence, but of the worst kind. Food was abundant, but it was of marginal quality, drinks were plentiful, though watered down, entertainment slapped you in the face every time you turned around, but Vegas acts are Vegas acts for a darned good reason.

It wasn't all bad, however, get enough of those giant pink drinks in Flamingo glasses in you and not much else matters aside from your shady palm tree with one of those misters spraying cooling waters on you and when the next one is coming.

I also have a newfound respect for Cirque Du Soleil. Those people are limber and strong! We saw Mystere on Saturday night and I was like a little kid. "I want to be one of THEM!"

So that was Vegas and though I didn't enjoy it as much as I let on to everyone else, I had immense fun with my co-workers. I did take lots of pictures which I'll put up when they are developed. Kathy, one of the chickies, was a very willing subject. She put her hand in fountains, climbed on gorillas, and pretty much did everything I asked her too, no questions asked. I like that. Perhaps I'll have a story for you then. I still don't feel very much like writing. Maybe I'm still blue.

Addendum

There's nothing like 45 minutes in a darkened sunroom, windows wide open, a raging thunderstorm, a cold beer, and your husband twanging away at Mississippi John Hurt on the gee-tar to cure them blues. Trust me on this one.

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