Today Cincinnati is effin hot. It's one of those days like when I was a little girl; my daddy would open up the four doors of the car and crank the AC up to full speed before he'd let us get in.
"Be careful of the seat belts girls, they're really hot."
But we'd always hit 'em by accident, anyway.
So Vegas should be interesting. I'm bringing along three chicks who don't know each other.
One is the reporter on my morning show. She was recently voted one of Cincinnati's most attractive TV women and is a perfect wingman. We both love to go out and yet enjoy all different kinds of going out, whether it be to art museums, dance clubs, chi-chi restaurants (as opposed to Chi-Chis restaurants), pub type bars or wine bars. D-Money, as we call her, is so sensitive too, and so I love it because she can immediately change from being the club chick to Dr. Makeyafeelgood.
Another gal pal going on the trip is my friend I affectionately call MacBoob. She's a reporter in LA and is totally unpredictable. She loves her cat Boris, and almost exclusively refers to him in this funny old-man cartoon voice. And yet she interviews big time celebrities and goes to all the cool spots as a West Coast journalist. There are two reasons why we call the gal MacBoob, and you notice them as soon as you meet her. She's spunky, blonde, and has all kinds of great stories, whether they're about her or her free spirit parents. I remember one time we all got so drunk and she started playing showtunes on her saxophone in her A-P-T. She's a trip and I look forward to catching up with her.
The third chick is one of my best friends from high school. You know she's cool the minute you meet her because of her awesome accent from South Africa. Nik (a pilot in Florida) and I got to know each other because we were the two newest kids in school our sophomore year, and we've been friends ever since. This year marks our ten years out from graduation (can't believe it's been that long) and yet we've heard nary a word about a reunion. No matter, we're going to make our own in Sin City. It's been, like, two years since I've seen the chick, and I can't wait to talk about the old days, including the time I almost killed us. Let's just say it involved a red light, a roach of a joint and my old Saab.
Ahh yes, those were the good old days.
Anyway. I think we're all looking forward to this little venture. I need to get out of dodge for a while, even if it's for 48 hours. I've been buying new "Vegas" clothes left and right and am getting ready to find a few bits of flash to compete with the glitter on The Strip. The girls and I are looking to just relax, enjoy some good food and drink and soak up a little bit of Vegas Glamour. I'm thinking it's going to be like a big sleepover for big girls with cool jobs and saucy attitudes.
A sleepover, you say? So I can expect to see lots of pillowfights and kissing? Sweet.
I look forward to meeting them all.
Oh, but Micah! The mystique of a sleepover would cease to exist if a boy caught the girls in action.
Yes, the trip will be da bomb.
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