Did I mention that I stayed in a PYRAMID?

 Photo by me, from chaise lounge, one hand on mimosa

I wouldn't necessarily recommend going to Vegas in the middle of a really stressful time with your husband.

I wouldn't necessarily not recommend it, either. That is, as long as you are surrounded by your hilarious, no-nonsense friends who help you understand that getting gussied and letting handsome British men buy you drinks is totally awesome and acceptable... and then make sure you get your drunk ass back in bed next to your sister.

Las Vegas is a terrible and wonderful place and I had a great time.

That is all I will say about that.

Conversations at our house, Sister edition

When D$ was on his epic post-PhD cross-country trip he stopped for a few nights in LA and stayed with my sister. Apparently one of the nights they were out bar-hopping when she made some sad-sack comment about how she is going to be an old maid forever, bla bla bla. D$ told her to shut the f*ck up and stop being so ridiculous. About a week after he got back they had the following text message conversation.

Big Sis: I know you think I'm going to die an old maid, but I just wanted to let you know that I have three* in rotation right now.

D$: I believe it was you who thought you'd die an old maid. I am just worried that you will die of syphilis before you get that chance.

Big Sis: That's a fair point.

*Three men. Men love my sister and my sister loves men. 
**Dolly is far too classy to be an old maid or to EVER have an STD. She is one class act. This photo, however, is from one of the best movies of all time, which happens to be about Burt Reynolds and some whores.None of those whores had syphilis either because they were also classy ladies.