last weekend i found myself explaining vegas to a non-vegaser. not like what vegas is in general, but what vegas is for ME. you all know what i mean. what the weather smells like on a december morning at 6:00 on the deserted strip, or the "IM HOME' feeling you get when you get settled into your room after landing and you set foot outside, etc. the things you cant explain to "normal" people because they think you are stupid and/or crazy to "fly across the country for THAT?!?!".
sigh. but the person i was talking to actually GOT it and we just kept talking and the more i talked, the more i wanted to go. he asked me "why dont you just go" and i explained all the plans i have for every weekend that are keeping me from going and i got all frustrated because I WANT TO GO.
then last night i was dreaming i was in vegas and i won a PUPPY. i got woken up from that dream to the sound of my ceiling leaking all over my floor. BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
ps- the "cant miss!" show i am supposed to go to tonight is cancelled. i could be in vegas!
pps - if i dont go to vegas NOW i am going to cry.
