12:48am

Where am I, you ask? Sitting on the bed in an empty hotel room. Fully dressed, by means-for me, of a little bit of hair and make-up doing. I've still got my entire outfit on. Well except for my pumps, at least.
What am I doing? Bullshitting. taking flicks of myself in the mirror. summing up my lousy night to type. pausing for a moment to look out at the view.

Oh, where did I come from? The Aria hotel... I was feeling lucky tonight.. got dressed with the gang and headed out to the Karmaloop x Crooks&Castles party at Club Haze. Tried to Falsify my way into it using some of my sisters identification. Didn't work.
Got a Cab. Palms Casino Resort.

at least the driver took me down the strip a little bit. Haven't seen much of it since we've been down here.
a time or two, I considered getting out and walking. wandering a little, just so this whole night wouldn't go to nothing. Even if I got raped and/or kidnapped, I'd still be seeing some action. But that thought always ended on yeah, fuckthat.

Instead, I pay my fare and start walking the Casino floors looking super 'I belong here'/babe'ish/Miss.Solo Dolo/Miss. Independent <--your choice.
I'm trying to walk like I have some where to be-which is actually the Blizz Frozen Yogurt place. . . Decided to treat myself self to some ice cream with fruit toppings.
Delicious. Turned out to be a big hit in the Elevator too.

The group of white guys to the right of me tell me how I've made them want to go get some, and that there's a rainbow in my cup. . .

Black girl behind me says, "Your dessert looks amazing. You look amazing. There's just too much amazing going on in here." . . .

Hey, thanks lady.

made me feel better.