nomad'z land

is not quite worth hiding. if youre j and me, that is. the city of sin had us ironing clothes (well j anyway) on saturday night, ordering room service, and watching a lockup marathon. yeah, thats how we party. hard core. edccccc!!!! not.

friday:

we were due in vegas around 11:30 pm/12 am. my flight was delayed indefinitely, as were all southwest flights, due to system failure. waht the fuck? tracking systems werent working and so couldnt let planes fly. ridic. i actually wasnt tripping since 1) its southwest, im not surprised, and 2) i dunno whatevs, i figured id end up in vegas eventually. my 10pm flight finally left at 1215 am, but not before being delayed a bit more due to a china airlines plane on fire blocking our way. everyone was fine but again what the fuck. friday night southwest shitshow fo realz. you can always tell youre on a vegas flight cause rowdiness level is always super high and shit. whatev i was busy studying followed by nappynaptime. js flight was due to be delayed by an hour. then another hour. and by the time i landed, i got word that his flight was cancelled. what the fuckkkkk part three. such a bummer. he got on the next flight which was 8am. so he got about 2.5 hours of sleep before having to trek back to the airport. what a mess. i was able to check in to mandalay, and by the time i actually got there it was like fucking 230am. woke up to j knocking on the door since i deadbolted that shiz because im paranoid cause i was watching scary things on tv, also you should always deadbolt cause you never know whos going to try to break in and rape/kill you. anyway, sohappy to see my loverbear even though we had just seen each other exactly two days prior. mushfest i love that man!! he is so good to me. i wish everyone can share him cause hes so great but also thats pretty much the last thing i want.

saturday:

caught up on sleep, had some breaky downstairs at like fuckin 2pm or something. went to the pool for 3 hours or so. major people watching. people watching in vegas is the best/worst. at one point i told j, “i feel bad in vegas because i feel judgmental and shit” to which j responded “well theres a lot to judge.” tru dat tru dat. there was one woman (i hesitate to refer to her as such but whatev) who had a plastic gold champagne bottle with a huge chain like a purse. im sure there was alcohol in there. needless to say she was loud as fuck and nearly foaming at the mouth. crikey. frightening. so vegas pools are like sardines in a can. kind of grodes. but ill take sun however i can get it so i hunkered down and dealt with it. hmm what else. oh yeah our super exhilarating saturday night! we got back to our room. i finished my reading homework while lockup marathon was on. j proceeded to iron our clothes for the next morning’s wedding festivities. there is something about my man ironing my clothes that makes me want to just love him forever and other naughty things. we also played with my new canon t3i whoop whoop and the polaroid (not a polaroid, its a fuji instax, but nobody would know what a fuji instax is). then we relished in how relaxing and fun our vegas saturday night was. could not stay awake after a certain point and only woke to eat room service. didnt even hear the guy come in whatttt thats how you know im OUTSkiz.

sunday:

woke up earlier than desired (630am) to prepare myself for the 9am nuptials at graceland chapel (where bon jovi got married!). got to hardrock at 8, met up with js dear friend tommie sunshine and his beautiful bride daniela, and headed on over to the chapel! so fun and easygoing. daniela had on a white bikini and veil and some clear stripper heels, and tommie wore a white suit with no shirt. hahah lovez it.  her bridesmaids were this dj duo from sweden, both in orange mini jumpsuits, ponytails, and platform boots and i do mean plat. form. oh man an elvis wedding is the bomb!!! elvis walked daniela down the aisle while singing.. i dont remember what he sang. it was a very short ceremony but packed with songs and lots of elvis song title references. i think we were all nonstop laughing and smiling. weddings should be that easy! no stress at all mon. elvis had us singing along to “i cant help falling in love with you” and “viva las vegas” hahaahahhaha. i think my favorite part of the wedding was when elvis asked tommie if he wanted to be referred to as “thomas” or “tommie” and tommie asked daniela for her input. she responded that it was up to him, whatever he wanted, and he replied, “well from here on out, its all up to you anyway,” to lots of laughs. a man who recognizes! amen etc. ps tommy lee was a no show, apparently he was face down somewhere. im guessing deep in vag jooz.

after graceland chapel, packed up our stuff at mandalay, put it in storage, then headed to hard rock for the wedding reception which was really rehab, the pool party with fat boy slim spinning. this was the only time j and i drank. i passed out in the sun without sunblock (fail in theory but not in life cause i didnt get burned or anything just crispy like i like!) and j was catching up with old friends and making new ones as he does so well. yeah, totes missed our 5pm flights, so switched our flights to monday morning, and rebooked at mandalay, but got hooked up with a suite at THEhotel. i loveeeeed our room! on the way to the room i told j he needed to feed me more alcohol otherwise id fade into oblivion so he fed me a bud light and what do you know, it worked! ordered room service again, had ourselves a little dance party amid our 18th floor view of vegas. what a fuckin  great difference it is to be bff with your bf. shits the bomb.com. hmm what else. well, i guess thats it. i woke up early as a motherfucker to catch my 6am flight, and left my sleeping loverbear to rest up for what would be his twice delayed 845->1030 am flight. and now im sleepy and cant wait for my next adventure with my boo! next weekend: canada. saskatoon to be exact. ttfn!