The Vegas Strip (literally)

I apologize for having been M.I.A. most of this week. Things have been very busy trying to get resettled into LA, getting ready for school and squeezing in a last minute getaway to Vegas.

This particular Vegas trip was more of the relaxing nature than of the excessive-boozing-and-losing-all-my-money nature. Which was more than fine by me, as I seriously needed some R&R. The one notable thing I did do while in Vegas was attend the "Thunder From Down Under" male strip show, a.k.a Worst Dancing I've Ever Seen On a Stage North of the Equator. Aside from the bad moves, the truly disappointing part is that I didn't see any wiener! Granted the male anatomy is actually quite absurd looking when you're not looking at it like you're about to have sex, but still the peek is worthy of a good giggle or gasp (hopefully a gasp, but more often than not, a giggle). Regardless, under any circumstances, a fully naked man is still less disturbing than a man in a g-string, knee pads and jazz sneakers. Trust me ladies, this is NOT an arousing sight.