Tomorrow Patrick & I are off to Las Vegas with a couple friends for a few days away from everything. We’ll probably be back at the end of the week. Vegas isn’t exactly the best place to get away from it all, but this trip has been planned for a while and it’s cheap and relatively nearby.

Vegas is such trashy, awful fun. We always have a damn good time, but I can only take three or four days of it before I’ve got to come home and cleanse myself, and I can usually only handle that once every year. Any more frequently and I’m afraid I’ll begin to lose what little good taste I have, and start thinking that mirrored ceilings, red velvet walls, and Naugahyde furniture are the epitome of high fashion.

This is my second trip in the last year. What do you think that means?

Patrick’s gonna love the new ceiling in my bedroom.