What do you say about Vegas? 'I sat at a table with felt on it,' followed by, 'And then I sat at another table with felt on it.'
Oh that Atheist-Friend. She can be funny sometimes. We'll return to Vegas blogs on Monday. I've got a bigger issue right now.
I'm a complete wreck over our block party. Tom Skilling, Chicago Meteorologist, has been insisting all week that it's going to rain. It can't rain! I have people coming! I found little toothpick umbrellas! I even bought a jumbo inflatable palm tree cooler and tikis! Our theme is Hawaiian Luau and a guy is coming over at the crack of dawn with a big dead pig that he's going to plop on a spit and spin around for half a day.
Remember my "I'm not going overboard on this block party" credo? Yeah. That went out the window once my manic kicked in.
|Take note of the Pina Colada mix. My Vegas drink lives on, courtesy of CVS Extra-Bucks. Who knew they sold alcohol at CVS? I was just there to buy nail polish.|
If it does, you can find me curled up in a fetal position inside my Jumbo Inflatable Palm Tree stabbing it with hundreds of little drink umbrellas.
|When I saw the palm tree was 6 feet tall like me, I felt a certain kinship. Plus, it was on sale.|