Yes
I wake up in Sin City now. No longer in Virginia City – home of the inbred drunken professional gossip – Sin City itself. Okay, let’s be fair. First place I hit in Vegas was a Catholic Church. St Josephs Husband of Mary on Sahara Blvd.
I did not take communion because, after all, I really hadn’t time to go to confession. Which is good because when I went out Tuesday night with my posse there are things I would rather NOT confess just yet in a new church home. The double knee slide in a cocktail dress (one pair of panty hose shot to hell and a knee burn) .
Point is I am back. I havent posted anything in a long time. We will go over some of the stress anger and anxiety I went through up there but for now go to YouTube, look up Katy Perry and listen to the song “Waking up in Vegas” and think kindly of me.
I still have my ID….
