The Novel Woman will be offline for a few days. She is headed off for a birthday bash with her two sisters. One of them is turning fifty (which is the reason for the trip) and the other is also celebrating a birthday, (In fact, it's today. Happy Birthday, dear Brink! Let me buy you a drink!)
Hey, where are you exactly Novel Woman, I hear you asking.
Here's a giant hint:
Mayhem will ensue. And lots of photos.
For sure, eh.
This is so unlike any vacation I've ever taken before. I usually head to cities like London or Paris and wander through art galleries and museums and watch a lot of plays. I am particularly fond of Shakespeare. Do you think I'll find any Shakespeare in Vegas? My sister, last time she went, said all she wanted was to see an Elvis impersonator, a bride in full dress and a little person. She got her wish and saw all three. And the little person was a prostitute soliciting a client on the corner. Oh, this should be an interesting getaway.
And YES I've seen The Hangover. No worries.