strike a pose, there's nothing to it...

The last half-block before work, I got sick of my CD and turned on the radio. Madonna's "Vogue" was on. Took me back to 1990 - which is not necessarily a good thing. Nonetheless, I had to ride with it - drive around the block a few more times just so that I could get my Madonna groove on...

And that was a good thing because so far the rest of my day has been craptastic.

Not helped by the fact that I just got back from Tahoe yesterday and it was so gorgeous there that it physically hurt to leave. We stayed at the new Montbleu, which used to be Caesers Tahoe. It's got fancy new nightclubs and restaurants but the same ol' fanny-packed tourists and blue-haired gamblers. You can take the togas out of the casino but...

Best moment:
Sometime way past midnight

Scene: Cory & I heading toward the gift shop (for bottled water), me wobbling because my 4-inch casino-worthy wedge sandals are killing like crap

Shaggy-haired, glassy-eyed boy: Hey - are you looking for me?
Me: (stumbling just a little - it's the shoes not the booze!) Um?
Shaggy-haired, glassy-eyed boy: Do I know you?
Cory: Ummm
Shaggy-haired, glassy-eyed boy: Do you know me?
Me: No - well maybe in the cosmic sense....
Shaggy-haired, glassy-eyed boy: Oh, yeah, totally...like spiritually, totally
Me: Right...spiritually. Totally.


As we walked (stumbled) away, Cory couldn't stop laughing. He says I never say shit like that...I say he's not spent enough time with me in casinos...