Apr 01, 2006 08:12
When I was younger I used to chew ice all the time. It was annoying and people would constantly ask me to stop it. Then Jenni told me one day in Burger King - in the back at the little bar - when we were like 15 that it was a sign of sexual frustration. (Isn't it scary that I remember that? - The year, where we were, where we were sitting in the restaurant?!? Sometimes my memory scares me. I mean, that Burger King isn't even there anymore is it?)
Yeah... Right about now I need a huge 32oz jug of just ice.
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So, Thursday I get a text message from TJ. He was lost on his way to Midway Airport in Chicago. I wish I could have been able to help him, but I was not at home by my computer. Anyway, he did finally get there and made his flight to Vegas. Why is everyone going to Vegas?! Co-Worker Joe, TJ, my other co-worker Deb... Damn it. I've never been there. I really would like to go. Anyway, I got on a tangent... We had a nice talk until it was interrupted by another call. Then I got texts. Apparently he's found a new calling. He's going to be an Elvis Impersonator. That would be so funny.. TJ as Elvis. A little Goth Elvis running around Vegas giggling like mad.
You know how Impersonators kind of choose the Elvis Era which they want to look like? I think TJ would be morbid enough to choose the dead on the can Elvis. Heheheee..
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So... rooms at the Stratosphere are $40 a night right now.. Jen, you have an email waiting! ;)
I always said that if I ever got married ever again it will be in Vegas by Elvis... Or in a drive thru. That would be so much fun.
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tj