The Homecoming

To whom it may concern,

First and foremost, Happy New Year friends!  I hope everyone had a fabulous New Years Eve; and a safe, sound and happy New Year to each of you.

I have returned from Vegas, somewhat sadly.  I had an absolutely wonderful week with my Irishman, and if it weren’t for my darling little girl, I may have just stayed.  Alas, she is my world so I came home, with a bittersweet heart – bitter for having to leave my Irishman, and sweet for getting to see my girl after a week with her dad.  Again, my Irishman lives there, I live here.  It’s how it goes.  It sucks but it is what it is.

For anyone out there that could possibly be of assistance, I believe my liver fell out in Vegas.  If someone has a spare, could you please send it overnight delivery?  I’d be much appreciative.  My apologies to whomever I drunk texted while away (Jane Wonder, Tina, ShaNaNa, etc), but know I was thinking of you with love.  I believe I even sent a silly drunk video to some of you.  And pictures.  And random drunk thoughts.  *grin* All done with love, my friends!

I did have some wonderfully funny things happen at the pub while Irishman was working, and I will be sharing some this week, including the story of a very cute 21 year old boy working hard for a few nights for my attention, a man that thought I was a prostitute and of course, a drunk man from Scotland who wanted to show me what was under his kilt. Ah, the life in Vegas.  Nothing much compares, really.

Again, please remember my damaged liver.  Send help.

Hugs and love,

QT