. . : vegas, baby : :

Alas, I probably didn't perform as well as I should have at the Nevada Star Ball... After nearly colliding with a couple in the tango, I lost my footwork (although not my composure!) and it took a while to remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. Unfortunately, the only way to prepare for that it to have competitive experience, so I suppose there was nothing I could do about that. In the Latin dances, Tash and I were up against a confident little lady who had her styling and flare nearly perfected. Unfortunately, again, we didn't stand a chance, having practiced only technique and very little styling. Despite poor dancing, there were many fond memories...

Talking and happily joking about our beloved PG and then seeing him walk into the restaurant, realizing he could have just listened to the whole conversation while waiting in line for his seat... Being kicked out of a Venetian restaurant because we didn't spend enough money... PG incognito... PG, I can hardly recognize you! That's the point... Cherry pie for breakfast -- twice... Everybody's been calling me 'Powderpuff' when they see my hair... Girl's day out at Caesar's Forum shops...