It’s Vegas Time, Baby!

It’s here! Tomorrow I’m taking that very cheap flight I found to Vegas, and heading off to see my Irishman. And I’m just about ready to go, I only need to do some laundry, get my suitcase from downstairs, pack everything, figure out what I’m wearing on the plane, what is going in the carry-on vs my suitcase … so pretty much, I have everything left to do.  I had planned on doing some of these things last night, but priorities people!  ShaNaNa dropped by and there were martini’s to be had! 

In thinking of this Vegas trip, I got to thinking of past Vegas trips.  For those of you that don’t know … below are some links to inform you of how Irishman came to be.  And for those of you that aren’t interested, stop reading here. 

So, without further ado, for your reading or rereading pleasure, here is how I first came to meet my Irishman.  Here is Part Two of that incredibly long story, and here is when he asked me to come back to visit.  This post is in regards to my crazy text messaging with him, the Wonderwall, and when Jane Wonder and I made the trek back to Vegas for the 4th of July.  The dreaded day when Irishman told me that Jane and I should bring bathing suits with us on our trip; and some recaps of the trip with Jane Wonder and I.  That my friends, should about cover it. 

Have a wonderful week, I will not be updating and as no one responded to having ShaNaNa fill in for me while I was gone, she is now refusing to do so.  Nice work, people.  Way to insult my friend.