Thursday, February 25, 2010
Does part of me hope to find a tiger in my bathroom or a stripper's baby in my closet? Well, the tiger maybe. Babies have a tendency to cry, scream, and poop.
Does part of me hope to stumble across a casino vault heist and run into Matt Damon and ten of his cohorts? That would be pleasant.
Does part of me hope to hit the jackpot at some slots? Hell yeah!
But, more than these things, I get to spend time with Sarcastically Delicious and see one of my best friends, let's call her Dr. Smelly (not because she smells, but because Smelly is a term of fondness between us) and her fiance this weekend.
And then there's always the four hour plane ride there, during which I will be penning away Product of an Illusion.