a recent history, and why i haven't posted in ages:
sep. 21st, morning: maine coast half marathon. i ran it, and looked pretty bad-ass doing it. 190th place.
sep. 22nd: morning flight to los angeles.
sep. 23rd & 24th: beej and i ran around l.a., basked on some beaches, snuggled, talked about books and embracing the universe. we played dichotomy. then we listened to some sweet bluegrass.
sep. 25th: greyhound to vegas. reunited with my montana girls. love and drinking.
small dresses and lots of eye make-up. later, v.i.p. table at the club with a bottle. ha. who woulda thought.
later, couldn't sleep. i fed mar chips and salsa because she was sick, somehow this made sense. then i talked to a brit at the hotel bar for hours about music and life while drinking black russians. crawled into bed next to mar at 6 a.m.
sep. 26th: v.i.p. poolside bed (yes bed) and private pool. comped everything.
hungover, the four of us regained ease around one another (dangerous). always been there, almost forgotten but so quickly resurfaced. we talked about love and sex. we frequently poked each others' boobs. we walked around naked. (this is not sexy don't get excited). we traded clothes and complimented one another and talked about times.
more love and dancing.
sep. 27th: started to feel the exhaustion. gypsy buggy ride to love because we couldn't catch a cab. smaller dresses. dark circles, more make-up. red bull. someone pooped on the floor in our bathroom, one of us, had to be, but no one could remember doing it. it may have been nutella. another v.i.p. table (i know, hard life), another bottle, nice germans, dancing. consensus that european men are better than american men (i already knew this, however). i lost $3 at the slots, the extent of my gambling.
sep. 28th: andrea left. jessica left. marilee left. then there was one. i walked around the strip alone. i rode the spiral escalator at ceasar's palace three times. i watched the bellagio fountain show which appropriately was choreographed to 'viva las vegas'. i took a picture of myself in front of it. i took pictures of the construction and the sky.
now: sitting at the vegas airport, luckily this terminal has wireless. waiting for my 10:15 p.m. flight.
sep. 29th (tomorrow): flight will arrive in boston at 9:16 a.m. cab home, straight to work. hopefully i won't be too late......
(pictures to come).
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this is a very accurate summary. make-up did increase exponentially as sleep decreased. foreign men are better. however, one amendment: first of all, thank you for feeding me! second of all, i said my mouth was too dry to swallow the chips, i was attempting to request water, and instead received the same chips soaked in salsa. Then you instructed me to sleep with Jess and not you. I LOVE YOU!
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