Apparently Vegas in two weeks just wasn't enough for me. I was dragged (kicking and screaming) to Mohegan Sun on Saturday and forced to gamble. It was horrible. Actually, it was kind of depressing. They only had TWO Elvis slot machines. Really, there's no joy in slots for me unless I have the chance of getting an Elvis video clip or getting my picture taken by the Family Feud nickel slots. Vegas is way cooler than the casinos of Connecticut.

Okay, so it ended up being a lot of fun. Free drink (only one alas), pizza and big beer at Lucky's Lounge (Vegas style, my ass!), wandering, mocking, good times. Sadly I missed E's birthday party, though. This happened the LAST time I was supposed to go to a party of hers. Not the gambling, but the being in CT too long after a board meeting. She's just gotta start planning better with these parties. 'Cause you know it's not really a party without me. Of course, it could also be another E's fault. I missed D's birthday party a while back because I was hanging with him so I don't know. I think between CT and the other E, there was just no chance I was making E1's party and I should've admitted that up front.

I really need to get nicknames for everyone I think. Too many Es and Ks in my world. And Bs. And Ss. Ugh. Anyone in my life want a particular nickname?

Sorry this one isn't so interesting. Not in much of a writing mood. Gambling obviously sucks away my creative juices.

Ew.