We were in Las Vegas this past weekend and Monday.

Vegas is better than ever. It's interesting to see how quickly the strip is developing and how big the casinos are getting. Hopefully, the new shops and attractions that are popping up all up and down the strip will result in more females visiting the city. There are still far more men than women in the casinos, and far more women than men on the stages. That should change.

On Saturday night, I got drunk off of one of those yard-long margaritas. Go ahead and laugh at me. I laugh back because I find no shame in being a lightweight at this point in my life. I don't party much anymore... so what? My liver is going to live longer than I live. (I placed the pink donor dot on my new drivers license.)

While intoxicated, it was kinda fun trying to distinguish between the prostitutes and the non-prostitutes among the people on the street... We didn't end up doing the competitive scavenger hunt that we planned. Taking pictures with freaky looking people, stealing soap from hotel rooms, and kissing strangers just didn't seem like the best way to pass the time with the mix of friends we were in Vegas with this time.

Originally, I thought it was going be another testosterone-laden weekend. But one of the guys brought his girlfriend, and that tweaked the group dynamic and disposition. The girlfriend is still learning English, and spoke into her boyfriend's ear most of the time. I've never been one to bust in and initiate a new friendship. I'm shy, she's shy, and that's all we seemed to have in common, so we didn't really hit it off. I liked her hair, though.

We didn't end up going to any strip clubs this time. A trip to Vegas just doesn't seem 100% complete without seeing some flesh or a racy show. I wanted to see Zumanity or Mystere, but didn't do the smart thing and buy tickets in advance. We did the Star Trek experience at the Hilton on Monday. I screamed and got flung around. It wasn't Top Gun at Great America, but was amusing enough.

We checked out the wave pool at Mandalay Bay on Sunday. It was FREAKING HOT out. 104-106 degrees farenheit. Whatever qualms I had about the biological waste and microbes in pools and about revealing my body in its current shape melted away in minutes. I thought there were some good female bodies out there, though... a higher percentage of them than you'd find at the average hotel pool. Nicely tanned.

I've been more conscious about skin-health lately. Started noticing freckles last year, and have been using sunscreen more religiously since. Trying to figure out how to get tan this summer without endangering the health of my skin. Thought about trying a mystic tan, but didn't really like what I read about it online.

I lost $50 playing poker on Sunday night. I suck at poker, and I got played badly. I lost with AA, and didn't get to spin the wheel. If I don't ever want to run out of reasons to go to Vegas, I should get better at gambling sooner than later, or learn how to dance with no clothes on...

Oh, I'm taking my first hula class tonight. I'm excited about learning something new. I'll let you know how it goes.