What happened in Vegas - Part 2

Friday

Friday was our first full day on vacation, and we certainly made the most of it!  I woke up at 7am, wide awake and a bit chatty.  I bounced on the bed a bit so Muffy would wake up and as soon as I saw one eye open I was all, "Oh are you awake? Me too!  What are we going to do today?  What are you going to wear?  What do you want for breakfast? BLAH BLAH BLAH".  I tried to speak quietly so that I wouldn't wake up Cece in the next bed, but again -- my famous stage whisper.  (Sorry Cece.)  This scene began what would become our morning routine:  I would get up to pee at 7, then Muffy would wake up and have to pee, I'd blather on for about 45 minutes, and then we'd go back to sleep until 10.

This morning was only slightly different because we had to wake up in time for our 9:30am pedicures.  (We're so spoiled.)  Both me and Muffy were feeling a bit embarrassed about our disgusting winter feet, but my main concern was that they would attempt to exfoliate my soles and then my blisters would explode in someone's face.  We went to the little salon in the basement of the Flamingo, which was kind of on par with one of those little Asian nail outposts on King Street.

They immediately knew we were Canadian from our accents.  (What accent?)  The woman who did my nails was named Lisa.  What a character!  She sort of reminded me of a middle-aged, heavy-set Janeane Garofalo.  When she saw the bottoms of my feet she completely freaked out -- apparently she is diabetic and so worries a lot about feet.  She did however give me a good tip:  Go to Macy's and get the Nike sandals with the gel insoles because they're on sale and they'll be better for my feet than flip flops.  (In retrospect I could kiss her for that advice!)

What happened in Vegas - Part 1

Oh boy, this is going to be a long one!  I'm going to try and recount everything that happened in my action-packed, 4-day adventure in Las Vegas.  But first, let me introduce the cast of characters.  (Since I don't use real names on my blog, I'm giving all my girls WASPy nicknames just like mine.)

I traveled with:

• Muffy -- My bestie, who I've mentioned lots before, the birthday girl.
• Lulu -- Muffy's younger sister and the only non-single gal on the trip.
• Didi -- Hilarious and sarcastic family friend of Muffy and Lulu.
• Gigi -- Didi's childhood friend, and the sassiest addition to our traveling crew.
• Cece -- Friend of Muffy's from uni, and aspiring yoga teacher.

Wednesday

On the night before the trip, I began overpacking like a maniac.  (I actually packed four pairs of beige shoes in varying styles and heel heights -- no kidding.)  I struggled with trying to zip my suitcase and then called Muffy for fashion editing help.

She convinced me I wouldn't need a raincoat as the weather was going to be hot and dry.  I decided on a whim that I probably also didn't need to pack pants on this trip -- a decision that I would regret in about 4 days.  It was really late before I could fall asleep, since I'm always worried about forgetting something.  And also because I was excited!  Finally, a vacation!  (A much needed one too, after two weeks of massive overtime at work.)

Viva Las Vegas!

Hiya readers!  You may have noticed I've been missing lately.  I've been in Las Vegas!  I have sooo many fun stories to share.  I just got back this minute and I'm exhausted, so the details will have to wait.  But let me leave you with this teaser...

Acrobats, margaritas, pedicures, seedy event planners, Chippendales, poolside flirting, VIP clubbing, marathon shopping, buffets, torturous footwear, great (new) friends, and a mechanical bull.  Stay tuned!

Happy St. Patty's Day!

I don't know if it's like this where you're from, but here in Canada we use St. Patrick's Day as an excuse to drink green beer and speak in truly awful Irish accents.  (I, however, have spent all day inside working on a client deliverable that is due Monday.)

I hope you're having fun tonight!  Here's a little St. Patty's Day smut to celebrate the occasion...

(Isn't this hideous?  I had to share it!)

In dating news, it would appear that the men of the city have come out of hibernation.   I have received more emails this week than in the whole month of February combined.  No one of interest yet, but things are looking up!

Meanwhile, still talking to Steve over skype.  Not much to report there, except that I've also learned he finds wedge sandals sexy.  (If things go well with him, I may have to update my whole shoe wardrobe.  Any excuse to shop!)

Skype dating

Remember the boot fetish guy?  Well he's stuck around so I should probably start referring to him by his name, because if things work out with him I'd hate for everyone to be like, "Steve?  Oh you mean the boot guy!"  So yes, his name is Steve, and we are still communicating regularly.  He's in Germany until late April for work, so we've actually been having Skype dates.

It was bad timing that Steve and I connected online right before he left on a business trip.  I could have told him to get back in touch when he's back in the country, but I was afraid he would lose interest, and I think I might kinda sorta maybe almost like him.  Sure, he drools over women in sexy boots, but maybe there are worse things.  (Actually I've learned there are a LOT of worse things.  I googled "fetish" after writing my first post, because I didn't actually know the definition.  It turns out that Steve doesn't qualify as a fetishist.  Also, there are now a lot of things I wish I could un-see.)  *shudder*

Anyway, Skype dates are better than nothing I guess.  It's sort of like having a face to face conversation, except that you both look like pop stars because you're wearing silly headsets.

 "I'm bringing sexy back..."

It's sort of like a real date, in a way, because you schedule a time to meet, you have to do your hair and put on mascara, and then try to be extra charming for about an hour.  One advantage to Skype dating, though, is that if the conversation goes stale, you can fake a problem with your wireless router and reschedule.  (Not that I've done this.  Just saying.)

Since Steve is from England, he goes back there on weekends while he's in Germany and stays with his mom (I mean "mum").  While I was talking to him on Saturday his mom shouted something and he screamed back "NOT NOW MUM, I'M ON THE PHONE!" but he forgot to cover his mouthpiece.  I nearly peed myself from the volume, and then again from laughing so hard.  How cute is that!  It really takes me back to high school -- Remember when we had to talk to our crushes over the land line, and you'd hear the click of a family member in a different room pick up the phone to use it, and you'd have to yell at them so they'd hear you as they were dialing?  Now I feel really old.

Now I can't remember where I was going with this post.  Hmm.  I do have one worry though... What if I'm already running out of things to talk about and he's stuck over there for another few weeks?  Maybe I should prep some notes before our next Skype date.

Bootcamp - 1 month in

Hiya readers!  So if you've been reading my blog for a while you know that I've started doing bootcamp classes a few nights per week.  I'm now a month into it, so I thought I'd do a little progress report. (I know some of you are hardcore into fitness, and have been asking about bootcamp, so this is for you!) 

The most noticeable difference between now and when I first started boot camp is that I no longer have to stop in the middle of the class so as to avoid puking.  I've always been one of those people whose first reaction to extreme physical exertion is to barf.  Even as a kid I can remember biking up a really big hill in the middle of summer, losing my lunch at the top, and then biking on home like it ain't no thang.  The boot camp trainer seemed really concerned about this, but I found out (thanks to google) that it's pretty common.  Also, eating small snack with a bit of protein an hour before class seems to help.  (OMG cheese strings!  LOVE.)

Boot fetish

I've been chatting with a guy online for just over a week who seems quite nice.  He has a normal, boring job, he has normal, average looks, and completely normal, generic hobbies.  By all accounts he seems completely, unbelievably, normal.

So that brings us to this past weekend.  He's overseas visiting family back in England for a few weeks, so our chats have been at weird times due to the time difference.  (Yes, another English guy.  Does anyone else find it weird that I keep attracting Brits and Aussies?  I should rename this blog Kiki's Adventures with Dudes from the Commonwealth.)

Anyhoo, on Saturday evening he popped up on msn after a night of heavy drinking on his part.  It was kind of entertaining chatting with a drunk person because of all the typos and nonsense.  But something interesting definitely came out of it.  Apparently Captain Average has a massive boot fetish!  I never would have guessed!

Early morning fire alarm

Readers, it's Monday morning and I feel like a zombie.  The fire alarm in my apartment building went off early this morning, and it's not exactly something you can sleep through.  When my alarm goes off I like to wake up slowly -- I push the snooze button a few times, then do some light stretches before getting out of bed.  But not this morning! 

As soon as the alarm went off I woke with such a start that I jumped out of bed in a tangle of blankets.  Unfortunately my feet were caught when I tried walking toward the 'mute' button so I ended up flat on my face.  No time to untangle with that kind of racket!  I dragged myself to the far wall wrapped up in my duvet like a burrito and slammed that mute button.  (Thank God for mute buttons or the whole apartment complex would be deaf, considering how often people's pot smoke sets off the alarms.)  So needless to say, I'm trying to feel less like a zombie by drinking lots of coffee.

(I googled zombie pictures to put here, but they were way too scary! 

This cat pretty much looks like how I feel.)

Anyway, that's all I have to report today.  On the dating front, I've been exchanging a few emails with one or two guys who I might like to meet in person, but they're not worth writing about yet.  Stay tuned!