Weeeee're baa-aaack

What happens in Vegas allegedly stays in Vegas, but I fail to see how that's at all entertaining to anybody. Anyway, kittenpants got back to good ol' Flyover Country about 2 a.m. on Saturday, and are all back in our own beds (and offices) now.

I managed to survive the Vegas experience without any anxiety attacks, claustrophobia, need to retreat to a corner and hold my head and rock, or anything like that. I also managed to do this without staying drunk for the duration of my visit (which is how I functioned last time I went to Vegas). I consider this to be a victory. Brain re-wiring is going along well.

Overall, the trip was alternately amazing and awful. Highlights in each category are below the cut, if you're interested.( Read more... )

Weeeee're baa-aaack

What happens in Vegas allegedly stays in Vegas, but I fail to see how that's at all entertaining to anybody. Anyway, kittenpants got back to good ol' Flyover Country about 2 a.m. on Saturday, and are all back in our own beds (and offices) now.

I managed to survive the Vegas experience without any anxiety attacks, claustrophobia, need to retreat to a corner and hold my head and rock, or anything like that. I also managed to do this without staying drunk for the duration of my visit (which is how I functioned last time I went to Vegas). I consider this to be a victory. Brain re-wiring is going along well.

Overall, the trip was alternately amazing and awful. Highlights in each category are below the cut, if you're interested.( Read more... )

Another thing that happened in Vegas

Saturday night, after seeing Zumanity, kittenpants and I went to Nine Fine Irishmen, which is an Irish pub in New York New York. They had a pretty solid pub band, extremely tasty food, and cute waitresses in itty-bitty tartan mini-skirts. Good times all around.

And we were in a drinking sort of town, so we were drinking. When the waitress came round for drinks orders, kittenpants orders a martini cocktail (served in a martini glass) that is composed of Bailey's, Kahlua, vanilla vodka, and butterscotch schnapps. I have noticed that they also have a pretty solid selection of Irish whiskeys (and no whiskys at all, so bonus points for that), and so I order a Black Bush, neat. As the waitress is walking away, kittenpants says, "Well, now she knows who's the butch and who's the femme in this arrangement..."

What makes this particularly funny is that on Saturday night, two time zones east of us, triadruid, allegedly the most masculine of our household, was in another Irish pub, drinking practically the same girly-girl drink as kittenpants. I love that.

Another thing that happened in Vegas

Saturday night, after seeing Zumanity, kittenpants and I went to Nine Fine Irishmen, which is an Irish pub in New York New York. They had a pretty solid pub band, extremely tasty food, and cute waitresses in itty-bitty tartan mini-skirts. Good times all around.

And we were in a drinking sort of town, so we were drinking. When the waitress came round for drinks orders, kittenpants orders a martini cocktail (served in a martini glass) that is composed of Bailey's, Kahlua, vanilla vodka, and butterscotch schnapps. I have noticed that they also have a pretty solid selection of Irish whiskeys (and no whiskys at all, so bonus points for that), and so I order a Black Bush, neat. As the waitress is walking away, kittenpants says, "Well, now she knows who's the butch and who's the femme in this arrangement..."

What makes this particularly funny is that on Saturday night, two time zones east of us, triadruid, allegedly the most masculine of our household, was in another Irish pub, drinking practically the same girly-girl drink as kittenpants. I love that.