Monday, January 25, 2010

And these are a few of my favorite things.....

In all honesty, I run about 5 blogs at the moment, none of them personal in the slightest. It's 2010 now, I suppose I should start writing a bit more about myself and a bit less about the plethora of other things I'm involved in.
As you may or may not know, I post a running list of my favorite things each year. It's my way of telling Oprah to suck it. Afterall, I'm a whole lot cooler.

Devin's Favorite Things 2010 Edition
1. Apple Mango Crystal Light Slurpees from 7/11
2. Parliament Light 100s
3. Ketel One Vodka
4. Three Olives Root Beer Flavored Vodka
5. Three Olives Bublegum Flavored Vodka
6. My Blackberry Curve
7. UberTwitter
8. Sugar Free Red Bull
9. Gunmetal Nail Polish
10. Any hooded shirt
11. Ray Ban Wayfarers
12. Ray Ban Aviators
13. Anything sleeveless
14. The G by Guess line
15. Fist Pumping
16. Semi Precious Weapons
17. Band totes from random concerts
19. MAC Eye makeup
20. Shobu Sushi
21. Oxy Clean
22. Sugar Free Gummi Bears
23. Ditch Fridays at The Palms
24. Real Simple Magazine
25. Spin Magazine
26. Margot & The Nuclear So-and-So's
27. The Hangover

More to come.......

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Melrose Place Rocks My Socks

I never pause a good show just to blog, but how much are you loving the doctor turned escort on Melrose Place? I could give a shit about the rest of them, save the Syd flashbacks, but her story is sooooooo good. That little speech to her john was fantastic. She totally flipped the switch like a pro. I LOVE IT.

You Can't See Tits On the Radio......

I know...I know....I'm a horrible person for not actually blogging yesterday. I spent the entire day playing catch-up with all of the things I've left neglected around here lately. I didn't even get the list nearly finished either. Boo. I suppose I'll have to try to get more done today.
First and foremost, let's talk about the VMA's on Sunday night. Holy Shit. Not only did we get to see some amazing performances, but we got to view, yet again, the douchebaggery that is Kanye West snubbing Taylor Swift.
Seriously, who in the fuck does he think he is? Now, I know he has written the rhymes for a great deal of hip-hop's heavy-weights over the years, including my boy, Twista, but really? I remember back in college when he dropped his first LP, it was inspired, it was bare-bones. It reminded me of the start of hip-hop and I could only think that he was a fresh new voice on the scene. He was the lyricist turned rapper and I was happy for something different. However, that elation has crumbled to nothing over the years. He has proven himself over and over again to be a complete idiot with absolutely no couthe. That ego is apalling on anyone. Then, he feels the need to jump up on stage during Taylor Swift's first VMA acceptance speech and say that Beyonce's video was the best video of all time? Like Beyonce needs her ego stroked any more than it already has been? Don't get me wrong, I like Beyonce, but I think she's past the point where we need to reassure her of her talent. Not only is she one of the highest selling musical artists, but she has movies, clothes (hideous little frocks her mother makes), a fragrance line....the list goes on. Not to mention she hit a dick with a lottery ticket attached, you feel me?
Poor little Taylor Swift, her moment was ruined. She seems like such a sweet, genuine, talented girl. She's redefining country music. (I know this is true since I have both of her CDs on my iPod and I'm firmly against country music.)
It was wonderful and very classy of Beyonce to give away her acceptance speech for video of the year so that Taylor could regain the stage and make her speech. Beyonce was right, she did get her fiorst VMA when she was 16 with Destiny's Child, so I'm glad she took the perspective and made right by Taylor, especially since Kanye apparently thought he took the stage to save her reputation or something.
So, I say everyone should do what I did a couple of years ago. Ban Kanye West from your music library. Just stop listening to his shit. Frankly, I like to know who I'm listening to. I like to agree with their perspective and feel that they have some soul. Kanye West is simply nouveau riche. He's tacky. He's trashy. He's classless. Frankky, he's an idiot. Seriously, google some of his quotes. At times, he puts George W. Bush to shame (a feat a know).

Ok, let's talk about some of the other highlights. Yes, Taylor Swift's subway performance was very cute. Jay-Z and Alicia Keyes turned it out as well. I loved their pairing. They are two of the most talented artists out there. The combination of J's hip-hop stlying and Alicia's R&B was flawless.
Everyone knows the best performance of the night, however, was Lady Gaga. I love that bitch. I love her sense of theater just as much as her music. I loved her costume changes throughout the entire show. I loved that she accepted her award with lace over her face. Her performance absolutely gave me chills from beginning to end. She's going to be the next huge thing, mark my words. She's classically trained, she writes her own music, she's theatrical, and she thinks outside the box. Of course, sex appeal never hurts either. Love Love Love that ho. "For God and the Gays!" At least she gave a shout out to her biggest fan base! God knows, I spread the word about her to everyone that would listen last year.
How awful was Madonna's Michael Jackson tribute speech? Chelsea Handler had me rolling last night when she showed a clip she put together of all the times she managed to say "I" in her speech. I mean seriously. I should probably explain my relationship with Madonna;
I must admit that I loved her growing up. She was edgy. She was contantly evolving. She had amazing sex appeal. However, it's been these last several years that I've come to view her as a deranged freak show. I will admit, Confessions from the Dance Floor was an amazing CD, but it should have been her last. Or at least the last of that nature. Hard Candy was an atrocious LP. I knew she was done in my eyes when I saw her in thigh-high lace-up hooker boots dancing on a car with Justin Timberlake in 4 Minutes to Save the World. She's my mother's age! No really. My mother is almost 6 months older to the day. I would know as my birthday is 6 months apart from my mother's and Madonna's birthday is the day before mine.
I totally respect her for keeping relevant all of these years. However, she could have taken the Tina Turner/ Cher route and kept it classy past a certain point. Nobody wants to fuck someone that could be a grandmother. When it gets to the point where you try everything to stay young, whether it be jewish mysticism (you're an Italian Catholic, Madonna, own it. I do.), sleeping in suran wrap, cutting EVERYTHING worth living for out of your diet, or sleeping with a 20 year old Brazillian underwear model, it's time to roll in the carpet and call it a show. So, Madonna, I implore you to step aside for the Lady Gagas of the world and let them take over and show us what they got. At least when we see them do the splits in their hooker boots, we don't mentally hear bones popping and worry that they just broke something.
On another side note, Leighton Meester was looking fierce at the VMA's. She projects such a badass persona outside of Gossip Girl, I love it. Not to say Blair Waldorf isn't a bad ass. There's just a large difference between Upper East Side Badass and a Texas girl with a drug smuggling family. She kind of looked like she was going to kick jack Black's ass a few times. LOVE IT.

Which brings me to my next topic, GOSSIP GIRL. This show has been my obsession over the last two years. It premiered just as I moved to Canada and nothing got me through that lonely winter like the catty debauchery of the GG gang. It's like my weekly dose of my own snobbish private school upbringing. Unsurprisingly, when I caught back up with our very own Mean Girl this summer, she revealed that she, too, was a huge fan. We agreed that Chuck and Blair steal the show. We love their naughty, combative attitudes, all wrapped up in perfection and class. They aren't the villians of the show. They are the archangels, always leading the characters to the truth and throwing down their wrath whenever a job needs done.
I am so happy they are finally an official couple this season, even cohobitating. I really hope Chuck can stay faithful this time....I'm thinking he might. I think Blair is his ultimate prize. She's his match and she can challenge and keep up with him mentally, which is what is lacking in all the other girls he toys with. Word is he's going to have a man-on-man makeout session this season. HOLLA. How cute are the little sexual role-playing games that Chuck and Blair play, though? Now, that's the relationship I've always wanted to have. I've always longed for my true match, my partner in crime. Nathan is the Yang to my Yin, I get that. He possesses all of the qualities and interests that I don't, which makes us a formidable couple to say the least, but Chuck and Blair are of one mind. I've only had that with one person in my life, my best friend, Cortez. No wonder people used to think we were together.
I can't wait to see what shit little Jenny Humphrey gets her self into with her new status and money. She was such a badass last season, the only thing that held her back was that she was "Jenny from the block", the middle-class girl thrown into the world of the wealthy elite. Now, with her rock star father, and her upper-class socialite step-mother, I can only imagine what trouble she'll get herself into.
I do wonder what's the deal with Serena. I love her character as well, the reformed bad girl. However, I like her best when she regresses to her old ways. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of that to come to, as she's hooked up with a bad boy over the summer. I am a bit perturbed by her lost little "Daddy doesn't love me" act, though. It's no surprise that I like strong female characters. Meet my mother, you'll get it.
The Humphry's long lost brother has come into the picture this season. How soap-opera. The legitimate child of Lily and Rufus, given up for adoption and now, assumed dead, has appeared undercover as a "friend" or more to Jessica, attempting to infiltrate the family from within. What's his motivation? Why would he try to introduce himself through beguiled efforts? Wouldn't you just introduce yourself as the long-lost heir to the throne and take what's rightfully yours? What's his angle? He is cute, though. They need to do an end of the summer pool party on the show so we can see all of the actors half-naked for an hour. Give the public what they want, dammit!
I can't wait for the next episode. The previews show the return of Georgina, whom I LOVE. Michelle Trachtenberg, a throw-back to the Buffy days of old, plays Serena's archnemesis, Georgina Sparks. Thus far, they have only used her in the previous two season to drop into town and stir up trouble for sweep's week, but now she's going to be a regular charachter. Hooray! I love her character because she is the quintessential bad girl. She uses her money and guile to get whatever she wants...usually revenge. She's unapologetic and quite crafty. Her duplicitious nature is exactly what the show needs.
Has anyone else noticed how the CW LOVES to recycle actors and actresses? If one show doesn't work, or if the character doesn't work on the show, they just stick them in another world and another time slot. Joanna Garcia is definintely a veteran of this. She came to fame in Reba, playing Cheyenne. When that show ended, she was given Privledged, which I loved but which received lackluster ratings and was canned. Well, to my elation, she's now on the GG scene as Bree Buckley, the latest love interest of Chace Crawford's character, Nate. It should be interesting as their characters grandfathers are political enemies.
Another CW show-hopper is Robert Buckley. This man-candy first appeared to us in the short-lived yet critically-acclaimed Lipstick Jungle. His abs kept me coming back again and again, as he played the boy toy on the side to one of the leading cougars. Then, the CW picked him up to play on Privledged, alongside Joanna Garcia as a final attempt to breathe a little life into the quickly-dying show. Now, he comes back in the picture with the CW's epic One Tree Hill, as a sports agent with a past. At least we know he won't get cancelled anytime soon.
Which brings me to my NEXT topic. One Tree Hill. Ok, so I was never a huge fan of the show. It was just another high school drama like any other. I would watch it when I caught it on, but I never got too involved. It was when they skipped 5 years that I got interested. Instead of doing the typical, "College Years", they bypassed it altogether to see the characters as adults. All still friends, but with careers and pasts outside of the teenage realm.
This season's opener was a little lack-luster for me. No new good gossip. They introduced a few new characters, as mentioned. It ended in news of a possible sex scandal between the married NBA player and some slut, but we all know that Jaime and Nathan's relationship is too perfect and Nathan's character is too nauseatingly altruistic to have ever cheated. Nice try, CW! What we all really want to know is WHERE IN THE FUCK ARE LUCAS AND PEYTON?!?!?!? I'm sorry, if they want me to keep watching, they are going to have to tell me what happened to them after the last season ended in Peyston lying in a blood-soaked wedding dress, having apparently lost their baby. Other than a few vague references to them in this episode, they shed no light on their outcome. I can only assume that Peyton didn't die, as Brooke (my fav) called her "stupid" or to some affect. Stop pulling our legs and give us the goods, dammit.

I'll have to give my notes about the season finale of True Blood later. That's a whole other hour of blogging and I have to get to my laundry list of chores and errands.


My song of the day is Tits on the Radio by The Scissor Sisters....Only because this week in television has reminded me that there is life beyond music. HOLLA

Monday, September 14, 2009

Just another Manic Monday

So, I'm so not to the bloggin point right now, but wanted to share the ONE thing that's givin me the LOLs this morning. Enjoy!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Life Upon the Wicked Stage.....

The drive back wasn't bad at all. We got back in to LV around 9:30PM, where I promptly dropped The Kid off, went home, unloaded the car, got right back in the car, and headed to Escape Lounge to meet Brent.
It was actually kind of fun....and different. Instead of the usual large group dynamic, it was just the two of us and we sat around, drank, and shot the shit for a few hours. It's fun to have in-depth conversation outside of a phone call to the midwest, for a change.
Of course, I had to stay up and watch the Project Runway that I'd missed from Thursday night, when I got home. I don't know what to say about the new season. So far, it lacks the shine of the previous seasons. I'm not in love with any of the contestants yet. There are a couple of cute guys in it, but I'm not choosing any signs yet. More people need to be eliminated before I cast my vote. As always, I love the broken English that pours from Heidi's mouth. She could read the phone book to me and I would probably just die of laughter.
Today, we woke up and got our asses in gear. Running late, as always, we met Laura, Brent, and The Kid for brunch at Firefly. I love going there on Sundays. It's usually not too crowded and the food and atmosphere is great. I'm kind of a foodie, but not a big eater, so, I usually like to dine in restaurants with small portions and mind-blowing food. Plus, you really can't knock their signature drinks either. Today, I forwent my usual Sparkling Sangria (You know if it contains champagne, I'm down) and went for a Blood Orange Mojito. Started the buzz off right.
We all then split with the intention to meet up for Lena's play at 2. Not wanting to go home in between, Nate and I went to Escape and grabbed a couple more drinks. Somehow, we ended up in conversation with the day bartender, whom I, surprisingly, didn't recognize. He was on about Alaska, Sarah Palin, and other cold extremeties. Apparently, he moved here from Anchorage.
We arrived at the theatre shortly before 2, however, Brent and Laura didn't make it. They tried to run all the way back out to Henderson on a Wal-Mart run, then home to unpack and let the dog out, before driving back to the other side of the Strip to see the show. I told them it wouldn't happen, but they're still used to the lack of traffic back home. Lame.
The Kid did show and we wouldn't have been late to the show, had the ticket agent not taken forever to get through the line. We walked in late, right in the middle of Lena's opening monologue.
The show was called Recent Tragic Events. I have to say I was was rather impressed. It was a bare-bones production, but the dark comedy did stir up some old memories. It centered around the days following the 9/11 attacks. Of course, the subject has been brought up countless times over the last few days, as the anniversary was on Friday. In fact, Nate, The Kid, and I discussed it before going out on Friday night. We were watching a special on television as we were getting ready. I found the conversation somewhat intriguing. The perspectives were all so different, I hadn't given a thought to what the event had meant to different people.
I had said, as I have before, that I consider 9/11 to be our generation's equivalent to the Kennedy Assasination. Everyone always remembers where they were when they heard. Nathan said that he was a sophomore in University and a rather flamboyant girl came down the hall of his apartment building to tell everyone of it. Initially, they didn't believe her, but finally turned on the TV to find it to be true. It made me wonder what Canadian undergrad students might have thought about the events unfolding. Given my time in Canada, I can imagine a sort of distanced intrigue. Anti-American sentiment is alive and well throughout the country, so I can only imagine the muted false sympathy they might have felt. Their world wasn't in danger of coming to an end, ours was.
The Kid shocked me the most by stating that it didn't affect him. It was just another current event that he heard about with some morbid fascination. True, he was 13 at the time, so not quite involved with the goings on of the times, but it still sort of shook me. Hell, I remember when I was 13, hearing of Princess Diana's death while in the bath tub...and watching her funeral alone, live on TV one very early morning after my parents had left on some business trip of sorts.
Maybe it's me. Maybe I see the world differently. I can't help but stare at CNN obsessively when these horrible events happen, trying to make sense of it all within my own world.
When I heard of the attacks, I was in between my U.S. History class and my Government class during my Senior Year of high school. I remember leaving that classroom and hearing the news pass from student to student hurriedly. No one was panicked yet. Some didn't even believe that it was actually happening. Some didn't care at all at that point. For all we knew, a plane had gone off course and had crashed into one of the towers.
As for my government class, we had already been worrying for weeks about our first big test of the semester that was to be that day. We had heard all throughout high school that that class was the most difficult class required to graduate. The teacher was a real fear-monger and few of us even expected to pass the class.
The room was abuzz with talk as we sat down, whereupon the teacher said something to the effects of "Now, I know you all care about what's going on in New York City, but it's just another accident. We're still taking the test, so quiet down. I'm going to leave the TV up here on mute just so we know what's going on, but that shouldn't affect our school day." Begrudgingly, we all got to the task at hand. I'll never forget glancing up at one point to watch the second plane collide with the second tower live on CNN.
Other students must have noticed my reaction because one after one, the entire class dropped their pencils and stared at the silent screen. It took the teacher a while to even realize what was going on. She still made us finish our tests, however. Needless to say, none of us did very well on that first test.
I think the thing that rocked me the most about that day was that it was the end of our innocence, in a way. There we were, a bunch of 18 year old private school kids who's biggest worry was some idiotic test and all of the sudden, we knew life as we knew it was over.
Every school in the state went on lockdown. Every class, every period was spent watching CNN and discussing everything that was going on. At that point, the worst event at the school had been an Anthrax threat during my Freshman year, so I don't think the faculty knew quite how to respond. Parents were calling the school non-stop trying to get ahold of their children but being denied by the office. We weren't allowed to go anywhere, we weren't allowed to leave and all of our cell phones were stashed in our cars per school rules. It was utterly frightening to watch it all unfold. None of us knew who we might have known that could have been involved in any of it. Most of us couldn't even understand why someone or some group would want to hurt us. I suppose money can either shelter or expose.
When they finally let us get out of school, I remember driving to the gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes, only to find the lines at the pumps went around the block. It was sheer pandamonium. The radio was on the AM frequency in everyone's cars for a change and I could hear the voices of hundreds of reporters all talking over one another...only adding to the panick.
In a move quite unlike me, I drove to a blood bank where I had donated before. A large line was already forming and I asked the staff what I could do. I set out folding chairs, organized lists, handed out donated refreshments from Donato's and helped any way I could (including giving blood) until my parents insisted that I come home, around 11PM.
The thing that really kills me to this day was the sense of togetherness that we had as a country that day and the days following. Suddenly we weren't all competitors in a rat race, we were all one unit just trying to survive, leaning on eachother as we tried to make sense of the tragedy.
Unfortunately, that sense of togetherness led us to retaliation and war, where we only lost more of our own, but had it not evolved to that point, I wonder what that kind of unity could have done for the country.
In short, I will always remember that day in my life. It rocked everything that we held true as a country. We weren't safe anymore. Nobody was. Every empire must fall and ours, too, could be on the verge at any moment. I don't think any foreigner can truly know what that day felt like to us. I was to graduate later that year and go out into uncertain times to start an uncertain life. Perhaps it's yet another reason why my generation is without a cause and horribly disjointed.

Anyway, off to do a little housework, the gym, and maybe go rock out some karaoke later tonight.

Song of the Day: When Doves Cry by Prince

Saturday, September 12, 2009


Ok, so it really pisses me off that I feel the need to write this from the car on my way back from out of town, but I suppose that's what wireless cards are for.
As previously mentioned, there has been all this shit about me on craigslist lately. Well, just a few days ago, somebody posted the address to this blog and my Twitter account on there. That was totally not called for. These are personal accounts. I reveal personal information on them. Do I care if the public takes interest? Not really. But do I want a lot of skeezers from Craigslist looking it up simply because somebody somewhere saw me at the gym or shopping for groceries and thought I was hot? Not at all. I don't try to be a sex symbol, nor do I like the idea of being considered one. I'm actually a human being with a broad range of interests and a highly functioning mind. I would rather be known for those attributes.
Well, I found out who had leaked my information. It's just an ex-friend who has beef with me. It's stupid, it's childish and he should really act his age....which is a fair bit older than even my own. When friends started telling me that there was an ad or two on there about me, I'll admit, I thought it was kind of cool. However, when some guy asked the forum if anyone knew my name, I started to feel a little freaked out. Vegas' gay community is not all that big. I mean, seriously, when I get a text or a phone call every time something vague about me is posted on the internet, you know it's small. So, I knew someone would know me that saw those ads and would probably release my personal information out of spite.....for whatever reason.
Then, when some of my info was leaked, I was super freaked out. Now, just today there is a whole new slew of posts about me in response to one in particular. I won't post it on here because it's idiotic, untrue, and very offensive. However, I will tell you that it was that same "ex-friend" who posted it. Or so the phone call I just received inform me. Apparently, when you act an asshole and go blabbing about it, people repeat what you say...because it definitely got back to one of my real friends.
So let me clear up a few things mentioned in that post and in following ones;

1. First and foremost, I did not post a single one of the ads on their myself. What would my motivation be? I've been married to the same guy for 2.5 years. If they were implying that I did it to boost my Blog audience or my Twitter followers, they are sorely mistaken. It's not like I get paid for this, people. I don't know what evidence he's suggesting, but I keep ONE e-mail account and have not posted anything on the craigslist for a long long time and that was a Rideshare one. I might look at Missed Connections every 4 or 5 months but other than that, I'm on their to shop jobs or sale items, not dick. The very reason I haven't posted ANYTHING on there since that last time is because I got crazy ass e-mail responses to my ONE e-mail account for months. Not to mention, all my e-mails come through on my Blackberry. I don't need to waste my time out and about looking at e-mails from crazies.

2. It was suggested that the linguistics of all of the e-mails are similar. Read my writing on here, are they at all the same? I just reviewed the ones I had previously posted on here. I know I'm not Albert Einstein but I was a Creative Writing Major once upon a time. Give me a break. Sorry to all of the guys that really did post nice things, but the writing in those posts was that of a 10th grader.

3. To all those that try and insult my appearance? What are you basing that on? The one picture on here? I don't think it's a bad pic. The best? No. I could really give a shit either way. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The only person I care about finds me attractive. That's good for me.
Thanks to that last poster who actually defended me, though. You are absolutely correct, if they're on that site trolling for dick, they must not be all that attractive themselves. Afterall, it's not like they posted their pictures with their anonymous posts. Oh...and let's not even talk about the person that posted these allegations. There's a reason he's never had an LTR at his age....just sayin.

4. The ad says I have way too much time on my hands and that's why I would post my own ads? I think you have way too much time if, in fact, you did attempt to "investigate" all of this. Let alone, if you're responding to ANYTHING posted on there or even read it. Whatever "evidence" you have is completely unfounded. My husband can attest to that fact. He's a computer geek and maintenances all my systems. He has access to every account I have anywhere. In fact, it was he who saw this nonsensical ad post on his phone when I was driving earlier today. Yeah, now he's checking it because he's been worried for my safety since my info was leaked. In fact, he's even contacted a lawyer to discuss options. I had told him that it would all die down and it's no big deal, but now I'm reconsidering. Slander, alone, has it's consequences, people.

5. I have jumped on craiglist to flag ONE ad. The one that disclosed my addresses and account information, naturally. That IS a prohibited post.

6. The name Devin Danger was not invented by me, it was invented by my eldest niece and her friends when they were 13...4 years ago. It became my Myspace name as a joke for them and it stuck accordingly back in my hometown when Myspace was so popular, most people only knew you from the bars and on my account. Most people can't remember my real last name, but "Danger" they remembered. Probably something about the illiteration. So, I've used it for several years now as a more anonymous online name ONLY. I actually get annoyed when people call me that in person. Afterall, I don't live my life online.

7. I don't really like attention in that way from the gay community. I basically left my home town because I wanted anonymity for the first time in my life. This is why I've lived in Vegas for 1+ years and most of you have probably NEVER seen me out. Ok, yeah, I have some distinguishing features, but should I really try to assimilate and fade into the background?

In short, I want all of you to just fuck off. I appreciate the KIND words that were said, thanks. I never responded when I heard of those ads because, as I said, I am married and, frankly, even if I weren't, I would never go online to find men to date. I never had any probably meeting them in real life. Hell, I met my husband in line at a Subway Sandwich of all places.
That said, if I hear of anymore of my personal information being posted on that site, I've been advised to call the police and inform them so that they can get their Internet Crimes Division on it.
So, Love, Peace, and Afrogrease,

Party in a Box; Just Add Alcohol

Last night was a good time. I love going out in random cities, mainly because you can act a fool and know that you'll never run into those people again. We went to Toucan's in Palm Springs around 11. The Kid was so visibly nervous about going out for a few reasons;
1. He doesn't ever go to bars.
2. He never goes dancing.
3. He doesn't drink.
4. He had never been to a gay club.
So, of course, I made it my mission to change all that.
It's been said before (countless times) that I'm a bad influence. So, of course, I run across someone so green and I simply have to season him a little.
The Kid is a sugar addict, so I got him an Appletini as soon as we got to the bar. He was zipped up tighter than Lil anything with a zipper. Shoulders hunched, arms across his chest, eyes darting around. You would think the Taliban was hiding behind every corner. He drank that martini down in about 10 minutes saying it was good, but it"burned a little" going down.
I got him some water, as I continued to down my drink of choice, Ketel One and Tonic. I then got him a Kamikaze, again, because it was sweet and light. He drank this one a fair bit slower, alternating with bottled water.
About ten minutes later, I got him on the dance floor. And it was all over from there. Apparently the alcohol had done him in because he went nuts. It was so funny. We danced until the Ugly lights came on and the bar was shutting down. He was all over that floor. My favorite moment was when he went to go to the bathroom and heard the beginning beats of I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas.
Somehow The Kid went from scared of clubs to repeatedly saying that we need to go to Pirahna next weekend. All and all, the night was a success. I feel accomplished. It's like I'm ushering in the next generation of little twinks to take my old reigns. The Kid has no idea what's in store for him coming of age in Vegas, but I can pretty much guarantee that it's going to be a wild ride. It's his first time on his own, living on his own, hundreds of miles away from his family, and he's just getting around to coming out. Just thinking of it all makes me want to go back to my younger, more naive, wilder days. I'm going to have to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't spin out of control.
So far today has gone as scheduled. Got up around 8:30AM, grabbed some eats in the lobby, hit the gym for a couple of hours, and am now chilling out for a bit in the suite. I might go take a dip in the pool before I shower and pack up. We have to check out by 2. We're hitting Ikea on our way back, in West Covina. I need light fixtures for my never ending redecorating project.
Back to life, back to reality. Tomorrow's plan is brunch at 11, then hitting Lena's play at 2. I'm excited to see it. She's been working really hard on it which is admirable considering she's not getting paid for it.
Devin Danger signing off from Palm Springs, CA. 115 F.

Song of the day goes out to The Kid: