Vegas.  I don’t even know what to say about that hell hole.  It’s so not my place.  It’s sort of like how the TV show Girls is to me.  I hate it, but yet I still watch every single episode.  Every year, when I’m forced to travel to Vegas for an annual work trade show, I dread it.  Yet, when I’m there, it’s like a mixture of torture with a lot of fun tossed in to make it interesting enough that I’m glad I went.  

Well, that’s exactly how Vegas was for me this year.  Torturous, exhausting, crazy busy, and annoying as all get out, but yet it was also fun and cool. So maybe what I’m trying to say is Vegas is an oxymoron to me.  What I do think is weird is that you NEVER go outside.  You’re in these gargantuan casino and hotel complexes that literally go on forever — but you rarely touch natural air while you’re there. The only time I was outside this week was to hail a cab to another gargantuan complex so I could pour some more wine down my throat– and usually, I was in an enclosed parking lot, so really what I was breathing was taxi exhaust.  No wonder, I felt exhausted, sick and dizzy the entire week. I still sort of do……

It’s been only three days since I returned, and I literally had to do hot weirdo yoga three days in a row to sweat out all the awful Vegas toxins coursing through my blood.  I also think I gained 10 lbs of water weight from all the gluttony and debauchery.  Luckily, I think I’ve already lost most of that just from not being in Vegas.  And sweating profusely in hot weirdo yoga has also probably helped. But I refuse to look at the scale for a few more days.  

Also, I couldn’t post while I was there. I was just too damn busy and tired.  Or I was pouring wine down my throat.  And literally, today is the first day that my brain could focus clearly on the computer screen to even think about typing.  

So I’m back.  And all and all the trip was a great success.  At least I hope so.  It appeared to be — but you just never know, do you?  I mean who would have thought that my brain would explode one year, and the next year I’d be a victim of a sick psychotic fucker face?  You just never fucking know.  You really don’t. 

For the past few weeks, my friend Eric has been editing away at the Downtown Yarn I recorded with him (see previous post about Downtown Yarns and such). And today, he posted it publicly.  Most of you who-haws already know my story.  You already know the shit that happened to me over the last 22 months.  But here it is in audio form.  Only Eric made me curb my tendency to swear… and I also think I seem less weird and quirky than I actually am.  He made me seem “normal,” which I truly appreciate!.. And well, if you read my blog, you know I’m absolutely not normal.   

At any rate, I’m extremely grateful that Eric would take the time to put together such an in depth piece on ME.  Thank you, Eric.  And everyone, please go to his website and be a fan of his.  www.yarnaudioworks.com.

Here are TWO, count them two, ways to listen to my so called life story.  You can click on the link below. This takes more effort, since you will now be linking to another site.  But at the same time, you can also see the photos that Eric posted of me and the cats — and the Dyson — and the wine glass. 

http://www.yarnaudioworks.com/double-whammy

Or if you’re an immediate gratification person, please just go to the embedded piece below.  And fine, don’t look at the photo spread. See if I care.