Let there be Blog...

...and there was.

Alone...in a Las Vegas hotel, at an extremely ridiculous early hour, I was given the idea of starting a blog to entertain my not so many facebook followers...so here I am...pretending to know what I'm doing and how to even start this.

My adventures begin now. Alone...again....in Vegas. Who goes to Vegas alone you ask? A recently separated, young female, who would rather travel and stay here, alone, than let her best friend from high school take the eternal plunge into the worst decision of her young adult life without me by her side...well, worst decision so far, by getting married. The lucky man?  her "high school sweetheart". Not saying she's chosen the wrong man for the job or anything, cause I'm not...but everyone has to live through it in order to understand exactly what I'm talking about here.

So here I am. I've retreated back to my safe and secure king size bed, in my overly priced hotel "suite", after being defeated a few times already since I've been here. Attempting to relax, when I arrived yesterday evening, I walked down to the food court, ordered me a nice yummy slice of pizza and a beer, plopped my butt in a large booth, kicked my feet up, and began to people watch to pass some time. There was a group of about 10 young females sitting to my right, chit chatting at an overly exaggerated high pitch volume about a boy named Johny and his ridiculous decision to go to Penn State. Blah! the table in front of me occupied by two older hispanic ladies discussing the weather and why some unnamed female would even think twice about sleeping with "what's his face". To my left? Extreme awkwardness.

Minding my own business, and having scanned the booths around me prior to sitting down, I noticed an older, maybe Indian (with a dot...not a feather) watching me sit and unattractively shove the greasy pizza in my pie hole. After a few minutes he gets up, walks around, stops at the front of my table and mumble something inaudible to me. Being unable to hear his attempt at casual banter...due to my extreme efforts of not only trying to avoid him, but overly disgusting attempt at chewing my extremely greasy slice of cheesy pizza dough...I politely wiped my mouth and said "huh"?  His response was more inaudible words of mumble. At this point the awkwardness began to set in...with my multiple attempts at understand this gibberish and his multiple attempts at god knows what...I looked down and pretended my phone was ringing. Grabbed my bag and pretty much ran to the other side of the food court. Stood in line, got some ice cream, then ended up back in my room, extremely exhausted after having been awake for 30+ hours.

Woke up extremely hungry this morning...after sacrificing about half my slice if pizza to Mush Mouth last night...so I ordered room service. Never paid so much for a cheeseburger, but damn it was worth it. Not worth the treck I made, down the hall, to gery a soda to wash it all down with. Half way to the vending machines I was pummeled by an older gentleman on a mission to break my foot (which I can say, he might have actually succeeded by the pain I'm in at the moment).

but now...I am back, in the room,  curled up under this amazing down comforter, a.c. cranked down to below antarctic degrees, hiding from the world. All are welcome to join...