It just started. The butterflies. And you know what they say about a butterfly flapping it's wings...
OK. I know you've read it a bazillion times over the last 3 years. Alright, alright, maybe only a handful, but... the pre-Vegas excitement is just too palpable to stay silent about it. So indulge me.
I have an agenda this trip... most notably, to get my tattoo (who squealed to Iggy about the nipple ring, huh?), then I will be taking myself on a date to see Cirque Du Soleil's "KA" at the MGM. Then there's one other item on my agenda, but it will remain private.
What? Welll... it may or may not be what you're thinking, but probably not, but then... I'm not saying. But it could involve tequila... or not. But probably... and most likely it won't happen, so quit asking me about it, but jeeze I'd really like to happen...
Moving on.
In about 30 hours from the moment I hit "Publish" on this post I'll be in the air with fellow Okie-Vegasian G-Cox. I'm already in the process of sending the 55 year old to her room and letting the 18 year old out - which is my advice to Michael Craig: don't get all hung up about the age differences. This group of folks don't care a whit about how old you are - and they will keep you young!
So, my friends, have a good latter half of the week and we'll be back debauched, exhausted, and thouroughly Vegased early next week.
