OK, I'll 'fess up. I might as well given that nothing else has been happening here on this page for ages. We went to Vegas recently, a business-related function for me that I had to attend. I thought I would HATE the whole place, and the only part I was really looking forward to was the 16-hour trip to the Grand Canyon, or Big Ditch. And yeah, that was awesome.
But I stand corrected. I LOVED VEGAS. And yes, I did something there that should remain there but I don't like secrets; keeping them is just bad boojum. So here you go: We had a few drinks before the Blue Man Group show our final night. By the time the show was over I was pretty much 100% sober, but I still want to blame this on the alcohol: I walked out of the show, told Jerry I needed to use the restroom before the long walk back to our hotel, and then proceeded to walk directly into the MENS room. And came face to face with a guy coming out. He said "Hey! I'm pretty sure you're welcome in here!" but I got out about as fast as I could manage.
There you have it. It's off my chest and I'm not losing sleep over that issue any more. If I never go back, then I'll be safe, right?
But . . . I want to go back. It was so beautiful, and excessive, and spectacular, and over-the-top. <---- That's a link to the pictures.
Weirdly, I did the same exact thing this weekend. What time did you walk into your men's room? Because if it was the same day and time, then we are totally soul sisters.
Posted by: Erica | November 02, 2011 at 06:26 PM
Erica - this would have been about 11:30 or 11:45 Tuesday, October 25. But we're soul sisters no matter what time we walked into the men's room.
Posted by: Seaweed | November 06, 2011 at 12:13 AM