dynamic elf

Las Vegas is a strange, strange town. It's bright and paved and blinking, with a surreal friendliness and more fake breasts than I have ever seen in my life. I'm always a little disturbed by a city not on water (or at least some other natural resource), but Las Vegas seems to be tapping a deeper vein, a non-geographically-bound unnatural resource that has something to do with gross American excess mated with whimsy and creation and here's where I sort of lose my train of thought. Anyway, it's weird. *handwave*

I've had a fine few days here, and I'm preparing for one more before we pick up our last passenger at the airport late tonight and head straight for the playa. aroraborealis and I cooked food for 15 people for a week in a tiny kitchenette with two wee electric burners burners and a counter about the size of a cookie sheet. I have to say that given our limitations (and given my unfortunate hangover after our fabulous dinner at SushiSamba with jnala) I'm very proud of what we cooked! Adding to the awesomeness of the week was the weird plot twist that led to us having two hotel rooms -- the food hotel, and the luxe hanging-out suite. I highly recommend this setup to anyone cooking food for 15 people for a week in a city they don't live in. Today: RV pickup, Home Depot/snacks run, four airport pickups of five people, a Cirque show, and then -- radio silence for a week and a half. Quick! Text me while you still can! Special bonus: I will have no idea who you are, since I didn't transfer my address book from my old phone to my new one.

Have a good day, folks! I'm off to conquer the world.