Bright lights baby

Ok, so I'm going back to Vegas next week. And I'm ready. I've been checking out shows online to see what tacky Vegas entertainment I'm hitting. While, of course, I'm going to the Pearl Jam concert (the alleged reason for the trip) and going back to my home away from home, Elvis-a-Rama (the real reason for the trip), I've made a list of other things to do.

1. My hotel has a swim-up bar at their pool. Check. As an added bonus, there's also blackjack poolside with "specially designed waterproof tables equipped with heated drop boxes to dry paper money."

2. Back to the wax museum to take more inappropriate pictures with Elvis. Double-check.

3. Blue October is playing the fireworks show. Check.

4. A magic show. The magician's name is Dirk. So clearly he had to be a magician. Or a gay porn star. My friend whom I'm going to Vegas with said that the show promises to be re-Dirk-ulous. Get it? Made me snort. I'm easily amused.

5. Four words, my friends: Thunder. From. Down. Under. That's right. Suck on that.

I'll also be taking in an Elvis Tribute show, clearly. This time I have an ulterior motive. Remember how last time I went to Vegas, an Elvis Tribute Artist kissed me? No? Uh, maybe it only stands out in my mind. Yeah, well for my birthday Maryanne and Sarah got me a book of photography on ETAs. And my Vegas Artist was, that's right, the cover. So is it creepy if I take this book with me?

Probably.

Just six more days until Drunken Ace is back in Swingin' Vegas. Aah, vacations.