sexygenie

Alright, so I don't have any crazy Vegas stories.

But the one person who reads my journal already knows that And she was an excellent hostess to me and Dan! =)

My contacts hated me the entire time, and so did my belly. Next time I'm going to leave them both at home. They turn me into a party poop.

A public apology goes out to Megan and all of her friends, I am sorry for being a tourist who goes to bed sober at midnight. I am lame. I definitely didn't live up to the hype....or my prior trip shennanigans.

But we did see a lot of excellent shows. And I got a wad of stank banana in my hair courtesy of Blue Man Group.

I was rowdy for a whole 5 minutes on Sunday night. I did break a glass. Unintentionally. But we told the busboy it was suicide. Nerf!

Now it's back to work, with a crew of people I can't stand. And they probably feel the same about me. Yuck..I just talked myself into a bad mood.

Well poop.

Overthinking stinks. And I think it's the only thing I seem to be good at.