The blog is back. Raise your hand if you noticed it was gone in the first place. Also, my cats have Twitter.

In addition to Jeff Dunham in July and Ron "Tater Salad" White in Septemeber, I just scored a pair of VIP tickets to Live in 2 weeks' time, complete with a poolside VIP afterparty with the band. This is in addition to the free Playboy Standup Comedy and Chippendales shows last weekend (courtesy of . . . (More)

One day I should work up the energy to write something here.  Especially since I have had two kickin' Vegas-type weekend in a row that were really, really fun. Until then, there are new, shiny things in the sidebar.

I finally had a Saturday in Vegas that was close to what a Saturday in Vegas should be like.  It involved a lot of good food, cops, the Strip, getting preferential treatment because we were chicks in a convertible, and tequila.  And it almost involved Tom Jones and Criss Angel.  . . . (More)

No, I'm not from around here. Thanks for asking. Yes, I am starting to become aware that I have the cutest little Southern accent ever.

Yeah, so, I should probably type something up about that soon. Especially since it's happening in less than a month. Expect a long entry on the subject tonight...or soon...or eventually.

Every time I open the door to the fridge, it hisses at me with menace. The freezer has joined it in its attempt to undermine my sanity.

This place is long overdue for an update. Will try to hammer out a month-in-summation tomorrow at work. In other news, the highly narcotic cough cyrup Gran gave me 30 minutes ago has done nothing for my cough, but has rendered me unable to feel my legs. 

Excelsior! That is all.