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last night i made up a few things to tide me over for the week of food. i sautéed shrimp in a very basic way so i could use it for a stir fry and fajitas. then i browned ground beef for...something. seriously, i had a plan for it but then i spaced what my purpose was, so it's sitting in the fridge in a container being despondent. 

i think tonight i'll do shrimp and asparagus over brown rice instead of fajitas and tomorrow do a quick chili bean bowl. i also have some brined citrus chicken that i should cook up or freeze....not sure yet. *sigh*

honestly, i think we got me too much food for the six days they're gone. lol

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so kid's first experience with las vegas was basically "WHY???" — she was shocked at the adult entertainment billboards and ads on busses and for the life of her couldn't figure out why the majority of women she saw were wearing too-short and too-tight dresses with their boobs spilling out. i tried to explain that vegas wasn't called "sin city" for no reason and that some people go to be crazy and wild and full of nonsense. for some, that crazy and wild and full of nonsense is to play some horny mating ritual with strangers. 

for me, it was never that. i knew the first time i went to vegas that high heels and short skirts slowed you down. :)

one of the first times i went was with a bunch of girl friends who could NOT for the fucking life of them make up their mind what to do or where to go, so i told them i'd catch them later and headed down to the casino. 

after a wander, i made friends with a small group of tipsy bachelor party goers and one of them said i needed protection so they decided to adopt me as their official baby-sister mascot. i still don't know what the fuck that meant, but they were nice, cute, and kept plying me with casino chips and tips on how to play roulette. 

i remember what i was wearing — a pair of denim cut offs, red chucks, and my nod to sophistication: a white men's oxford with a black flag tank underneath. lol i was JUST a hair over twenty-one, looked about seventeen, so was carded every new casino we went in....but it was a blast until it wasn't. one of them got a little handsy — more exploratory than serious — and i was NOT down with that, so at one point i said i needed to go to the restroom and left them all behind at one of the weird game tables (i can't remember the name...but i always call it mahjong in my head). to this day i regret not snagging the money i won, but what are you doing to do?

i could not have snuck out so easily had i been wearing dressy gear. *nod*

another time i went, i got escorted out of the MGM Grand because i was in full on stealing mode. at that time, there was a casino bar that had director chairs with stars' names on the back. one of them was "sinatra" and i decided i needed to have it. 

i need to point out that by the time my plan was fully hatched, i had been playing nickel slots and drinking kamikazes long enough to be drunkbrave. 

anyway, i went in to the bar and moved the sinatra chair to the closest slot machine i could. this was before the major updates and renovations, so the chairs weren't bolted down like they are now, and  it really seemed like a great idea at the time. for about 45 minutes i kept machine hopping, moving the chair with me. at each machine, i would play a bit and get another drink....and my plan went from being pretty clever in my head to full on GENIUS. 

i got within sight of the exit, within reaching distance of freedom, picked up the chair and started a saunter and some big beefy ass security guard stopped me. 

he said they had been watching me from the beginning and there were bets to see if i was going to be dumb enough to see my plan through. those fuckers who bet against me? ha! 

anyway, he was really sweet about it but said i was no longer welcome in the mgm grand and that i was on A LIST. he actually laughed when i asked if i could take the chair as a souvenir but said no. :( 

i haven't gone in there since, mostly because i'm afraid there's still a list and i'm still on it. 

for that? i can't remember exactly what i was wearing, but i KNOW chucks were part of the outfit. 

best. escape. shoes. ever. 

please note that i had not watched casino at that point, but even if i had? i had so much faith in my charm that i honestly believed i was untouchable. lol :( 

then there was the time i went with my boyfriend at the time and another couple. boyfriend and other dude wanted to go see nudes on ice and i said no fucking way. they were going to go anyway and left. other couple chick wanted to wait in the hotel room until they got back. 

o.O 

fuck that. 

i left, did another wander, and THIS time found a lobster boat owner from maine (i loved the way he talked) and we just hit it off. LOTS of drinking and gambling occurred and...god is my witness...we decided to get married at an elvis chapel and move me to maine. 

LUCKILY we both sobered up pretty quickly and i realized that dumbfuck boyfriend's adventure to nudes on ice didn't warrant me ditching him to the point of moving to maine, but my fisherman and i still kept wandering around downtown and talking and laughing and popping in to places to dance and having a great time. 

i got back to my hotel room at like 5 in the morning, boyfriend was PISSED, and i had blisters on my feet from all the walking, hungover, and hungry...but was well pleased with my adventure. :) boyfriend learned a valuable lesson that day, i think. *nod*

so. there are some of my adventures in vegas. there are a handful more, one of which actually could have gone sideways on me, but for the most part? i don't LIKE who i am in vegas and don't mind if i never go back. plus, yo, i'm probably on A LIST. 

A LIST. 

i don't like that. lol