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I just didn't like MSN Spaces. Good thing nobody reads the blog or I would have lost readers.

If you want to catch December, it's over at http://spaces.msn.com/members/beingrupe/

So that's all well and good. Not much there! Lots of Christmas shopping, for food. Didn't do anything for New Year's as the usual New Year's crew is in Iraq. No, they're not military.

I'm going to Vegas at the end of January! No, I'm not one of those weirdos (I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds and Ms K and Mr J) that will drop a line from San Antonio International along the lines of "I'm having to pay for this! And it's slow! Not wireless!" And then another one from whatever the airport is in Las Vegas that says "I've arrived in Las Vegas. There are slot machines in the terminal!" Rest assured, periodic notes throughout that weekend would be along the lines of:

• It's the Knife and Gun Show Weekend! I had the most fabulous boilermaker made from Whatever's Cheapest brand beer-and-whiskey!
• I'm so drunk right now.
  
• Blew my bankroll on craps. I had a system that was based entirely not on statistics so losing was impossible!
• Strippers! Strippers, strippers, strippers!
• I'm so drunk right now.

My mom (it's a rather large family thing, as Uncle Knifesmith is going to be at the Knife and Gun Show at the Excalibur, and the rest of the family glommed onto that as an excuse to go. I'm not staying in the Excalibur out of solidarity, though--NYNY!) called to tell me an aunt was going to get tickets for one of the Cirque du Whatnot "night" shows. Yes, I want to see bare boobies with my mom and dad and several aunts and uncles. Not to worry, my mom said, your father's going, and his mom's going to be there. Yes I want to see bare boobies with the aforementioned family people and my effing grandmother.

Jesucristo.

I don't understand the allure of the "night" shows at the hotel casinos, when there are real live strip clubs but a taxi ride away.