Hellos from sunny and windy Las Vegas! We’re here after driving much of the night to celebrate Mr. W’s mother’s birthday.

So far, I woke up, showered, had breakfast, and we’re trying to decide what show to go to tonite (to treat the birthday girl). Mama Mia? Forever Plaid? Some topless revue with boas and feathers? Speaking of which, we drove by “Cheetah” on the freeway and I’d never noticed it before Bat and Flat Coke suggested we meet up there one day. I guess now I know where it is. If I ever get a strip tease routine down, I’ll let you guys know.

And speaking of that and Christina Aguilera, she’s here this weekend for a performance. What a koinkidink. We were just talking about her on my blog and here she is.

Friday evening, Mr. W and I met up with Vanessa and another girl friend for Korean tofu (soon tofu). Food was good, I had raw crab for the first time, we had fun chatting about donkey punches and felching and safe words (I said “Armageddon” would be problematic as a safe word cuz it’s hard to say with your mouth full), and then one of the restaurant workers came to our table to kick us out, saying there were customers waiting! What the heck, how rude? It wasn’t like we were at one of 2 available tables, everyone waits, we’ve always waited, and those people there had only been there for like 2 minutes. I don’t think I’m going back to that restaurant; there are other soon tofu to be had.