And By The Way...Happiness is a Monday Five with a Good Close

1. Getting Old: So, this weekend, I was meeting up with some lovely Bachelorettes that Party Planning Girlz had booked a party for, and I see them walk into the casino with their bags. And included with their bags is a full case of bottled water. And I sighed wistfully and said, "I remember when my girls and I used to party so hard that we had to come packing a full case of bottled water with us."

Like, eight months ago.

Ladies, get the acts together and schedule a trip. We can't be trumped by some 22 year olds from Orange County. Yet. We're not that settled in ... yet.

2. Something More Wholesome? I read the chapter of the Charles Schulz biography today that's entirely devoted to the making of A Charlie Brown Christmas. I cried like a baby. Just like I do every time I watch that special ... which is not limited to Christmas time.

3. Of Limo Drivers and Drama: First, this weekend, one of my favorite limo drivers in the world got fired for ... and wait for it because this IS Vegas ... a VIP host put some people in his limo and instead of quoting them a price to go into a strip club, he just said "Just take care of the driver," which is a million kinds of illegal here. In your town, do people lose their jobs over mis-quoting entrance fees to strip clubs?

And then I watched a hooker and a pimp try to steal a limo on Friday night. Actually, they pretty much did steal the limo, but I hear that they were tracked down later. The limo driver opened the doors and turned on the cd and then took ten steps away from the limo to greet his party. And as soon as he did, this pimp and his hooker jumped into the limo and took off. Okay, she didn't so much jump as she kind of tipped over in her hooker shoes and fell in, but you get the point. And everybody just kind of stood there and stared. I felt grateful to be a part of it. And then I shook my head and said, "I really should get out of Vegas."

4. Teaser: Slap sent me this horrifying article about mothers who take their daughters to the spa, and I don't mean for a mani and pedi after they're teenagers. Though, for the record, in my hometown if you were a teenager who wanted a mani and pedi, you were going to "Hair We Are" and you were coming out with some acrylics that had airbrushed shooting stars on them. But anyway, there was this fantastic line in the article about how mothers were making their daughters too pretty, too early and "how, without the ugly years, would girls learn to accept themselves?" I have so many thoughts on that. And soon, I will have time to write about them, because...

5. I Quit My Job Today: It's true, though I'm not really leaving until the end of June, which is about when you should expect the email from me that reads "Hey! I'm going to Mongolia to ride horses across the desert for two weeks, but then I'm really going to be looking for as many freelance gigs as I can find. Know anybody?" Until then, don't stress. Just know that I, for the first time in over a year, woke up without a big stress zit on my chin today because I finally came to a firm decision. BUT IT'S NOT LIKE IT WOULD HURT YOU TO START THINKING ABOUT PEOPLE WHO WOULD HAVE FREELANCE WORK FOR ME AFTER I FINISH MY SOUL SEARCHING ON THE ASIAN SUBCONTINENT.

You love me BECAUSE I do ass-backwards crazy shit like this. Remember that if I start asking for donations in November. No, I'm sure it will be fine. I have offers already, I just don't know if I can make the timing work or not.

As a side note, did you know that "hookers" was a blog tag that I had apparently used before?