I'm on one of the very few vacations I take, but one I love. Every year about this time I use the bright lights, no holds barred vibe of Las Vegas rip the residual holiday tension from around my psyche in a blur of money lost, alcohol consumed and sometimes bad choices made.
Yep, I go full Vegas while here, taking in strip clubs, shows, over priced dinners and resort massage therapies, you name it. I don't gamble much but when I do I typically manage to lose a butt load of money in the process.
Yep, full-bore Vegas.
I love it so much I wrote a novel more or less based there: Vegas Miracle, using my love of the fancier, understated new resorts like the Aria and Cosmopolitan to tickle my muse's fancy.
It's a buzz this place, and the strange sensation of staying at a resort this time with a dang roller coaster running through it brings and added edge of crazy to the whole thing.
So forgive a girl a short, mostly useless blog post.
I'm on vacation, at least for another day. But of course have used the time in between debauchery wisely, working through edits on my Realtors Series, finalizing cover art for it AND my upcoming brewery based novella "Cheeky Blonde".
No rest for the wicked.