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Las Vegas, or: a Much-Needed Escape Feeling: tired Tuesday at nine a.m. a plane landed in Schoolville and expunged a wobbly, dirty, exhausted Meg March, who toddled through the airport and collected her checked bags. Stripping the airport stickers from the handles, she left tatters of the "LVNV" tags in a nearby trash bin and slowly, painfully walked to the Arrival Pickup section. Matisse pulled up, helped Megsy place her luggage in the back seat, and drove her home, where she slept off: Famous quotes from this five-day weekend: "Sleep when you're dead." "My shoes are eating my feet." Q: "Should we do dinner, dancing, or a show tonight?" "You're not showing enough bra." Q: "What is she wearing?" So yes. It took me a few days to recuperate well enough to write this much. And there is much more to be said, many stories to tell, and I am only allowed to share a few (remember that old catchphrase), so I promise more later. Wow. What a ride. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |