FTW! (From The Wynn)

In Vegas this week for a brutal install of a Chanel exhibition at the Wynn Resort. Been here once before on work last year on the Big Red race. Got to sit in a canyon 4 hours away from Vegas for 12 hours before the rest of race was cancelled due to a car that flipped, exploded and killed both it's driver and passenger. Sad times, indeed. However, it did mean an almost labor-free stay in a luxury suite at the Wynn. Fuckin' insane how pampered my ass was (relatively speaking, being that the most pampering my ass usually gets is my fiancee not leaving me at any given moment). Anywho... it was a pretty nice stay and I am working at the Wynn again (although staying at the ancient Riviera this time).

That being said, this is the last day of my stay and I am sitting in my bed after a fucked couple of days with no real sleep schedule and one seriously terrible 23 hour work day behind me. This has me fighting on my laptop with the Riviera's shitty free wi-fi service between bouts of depressing thoughts. While reading Achewood's attempt at a comeback, I began to get tripped up by a combination of a lack of steady Achewood for the past 2 years and wedding maladies. The wedding is coming super fast and I have not saved nearly what I wanted to. I have all these grand ideas, but when it comes down to it, whenever I want to state them, part of me just clams up because of how fuckin' poor I am, thus making me look like a disinterested and uninspired prick.

Combine all this with my weird internal clock telling me since it's the middle of January, I should be listening to this mix and you have the recipe for a long, lonely night of self deprecation and internal bruising.

Another realization I came to as I was about to call Vick but decided not to was how awesome it is that I have that... I have someone I can talk to at any given moment. Not everyone can say that. I am lucky (not something I find myself saying a lot, but in the area of love, I got it good). Granted, I didn't end up calling my beautiful little dumpling because it was late and I know she's working this weekend, but I knew I could. I also don't like to talk on the phone, so I sent her a little email telling her of my stupid little light bulb moment. It's incredible having that and it makes the worries of the wedding that much less...

Now Playing: The Rooks - "War"