unlucky in luck

Good timing earned me a free Diet Coke as I waited for the vending machine stockers to load rows of life fuel. yesterday

I shared my joy on our way to lunch (Capriottis, my favorite new deli) to which my coworker said "Wow, it's just your lucky day."

Naturally, I responded, "Yeah, I should go buy a lottery ticket" and was amazed when she explained that Nevada doesn't have a lottery because of the gaming revenue from the casinos. Couple that with the lack of a state tax and legalized prostitution and I am still struggling to figure this state out. I'll get back to you on my first 110 degree day, which will be this weekend, and when I witness the wonder of my first flash flood.

More baffling, though, was when I returned to the same vending machine today only to find it was broken and I had to drink Dr. Pepper. There you go.

things i didn't think i'd miss so much

rain
bugs
squirrels
Vitales' pizza
random Sunday cookouts
The Barrel (tipping back in a rickety chair, crushing peanut shells, that first sip of a long-awaited long island)
my brother's cartoon-watchin' laugh
people who appreciate the words pop, basement and Meijers
days that start at 10:20 a.m.
my Gma


things i now appreciate

the 'take-your-life-into-your-own-hands' U-turn
perfecting the homemade mojito
my nalgene
night-shift, east-coast chatters
raiding others' Google Readers subscriptions
no humidity
the cat

I hope you brought your earbubs to work

How did we solve our problems without her?

This is the face of a modern-day poet, a soccer mom's prophet, a radio star.

This is Delilah.

As much as her advice is baseless and her song choices never fit that situation, you have to love her. She is embodies easy listening. I mean who hasn't driven home, no matter where you are in the world, and felt comforted when you heard the soft "Del-eye-lah" caress the airwaves? It's like the great common denominator in a complicated world.
Well, I was driving home tonight and I may or may have not been enjoying another velvet voice, Josh Groban (don't judge), when the Divine Ms. D came on after him. Before I clicked to the next station, I decided I wanted to see attach a face to voice.

So I Googled her and found THIS.

Omigod.

This Web site has it all, bad poetry, bad musical selections, bad sound bites, bad graphics, bad bios, etc. It's so bad, it's good. The only thing that could make this better would be to see photos of Delilah's listeners. Every single one of the "I've had some bad times," all of the "he's such a great daddy and I just want a crappy love ballad he'll never hear to play for him," and each "I'm just so proud of my ____ in Iraq..." I want it bad enough I just may have to call in.

Tourist of the Week

Sin City tourists are a dime a dozen and I'm about to cash in.



If we could only read the contents of that text message.

So I guess these Dunkaroos will do nothing for you?

In an unscientific poll taken while I was babysitting, I got a taste for what Nevada kids like.
"So, what are your favorite foods?"
Will, 5: "Hotdogs, asparagus, sushi"
Gabriella, 3: "Salmon, artichokes, French toast."

The fifth anniversary party of Vegas Magazine at The Palazzo, June 21, 2008

The red carpet


The greeters



The eye candy


The food



The dare (they bet him $800 to casually walk through the Palazzo pool, he did it and continued to party)


The view of the Strip


The highlight


Other notes
The martini dancer left a Hansel & Gretal-esque trail everywhere during her break
The music was so good, everyone lost their minds when "Don't stop believin'" came on. Universal language of Journey.