like everyone, or at least one person, i'm surprised i didn't blog more about how i was having the time of my life stateside. pictures paint a thousand words though and here is one of my fave holiday snaps at the sahara casino in vegas as i cash in my one dollar slots win.

gambling rules. i also won big on roulette. naturally i have called this photo high roller. anyway, i don't think i have ever been more excited. and that includes when i saw ricki martin.

you know what i missed about wellington? the people. you know what i didn't miss? nearly everything else. interesting.

this has been compounded since my return as seeing or talking to my friends has been outtasight and everything else has been foodpoisoning. i need to find a way to be on vacation all the time. and all i can come up with is professional gambler. even though before i went i away i was ideologically opposed to gambling, i'm seriously considering this new profession. naturally it would include playing the stock market. cos that is just gambling in business suits. as opposed the tuxedos i will be wearing at the roulette wheel.

oh my god i will need a new wardrobe for this profession. sign me up.

one of the first things i did when i got back to wellington was buy six new coat hangers. it is not enough. i need about six more. i bought more than i thought.

my coat hanger of choice? the five dollar fifty three pack from the warehouse. thanks to mommy dearest i can't use wire coat hangers.

mommy dearest was only ten dollars on dvd in the states. and it came with special features. but i can't seem to make my laptop play like a multizone dvd player. so i didn't buy it. this is one of my life regrets.

my other regret is not trying to hook in to the sinatra impersonator at the greek isles casino. he was so unbelievably adorable. ADORABLE.

and life highlight was getting a photo with elvis by trent carlini. IMPERSONATORS RULE. and there are lots of them in vegas. where i will move to become a professional gambler. it will be like heaven on earth.

you should probably read this article. because guess what? the shrieking female fans.... that includes moi.

since i last updated (in dallas airport, the greatest airport in the world despite its four dollars for one strawberry - which is a story i will no doubt repeat to everyone in detail upon my return to new zealand) i have changed as a person. many times over.

i've been to savannah where there are cockroaches the size of the palm of my hand (more or less anyway) and got to be all ladylike in historic homes and eat soul food and paula dean fried chicken at lady and sons. i also discovered that corn bread is gross and that cream corn can be divine. and danced on a riverboat and was taught the electric slide.

i went to vegas where i found frank sinatra. and gambling. and netted a 25 dollar profit in roulette. i also found that i'm allergic to rides that spin you around to much (at circus circus) and that i love roller coasters more than i thought (and the photos that you have to pay $20 for at the end of the rides, which at the time ALWAYS seem worth it). in vegas i was caught up in theme hotels and elvis impersonators and lying poolside for hours on end listening to pop music loudly. fyi the sahara might just be the best hotel that ever there was.

now i'm in LA. hollywood to be precise. and i have become star obsessed. this is probably how stalkers start off. it began with seeing former all black michael "ice man" jones at LAX. and then putting my hands in julie andrews' hand prints and discovering we were a perfect match and that she had signed the imprint on the 26th of march. which is MY BIRTHDAY. destiny! and also frank sinatra is right next to julie andrews. which given my vegas experience was like a destiny double whammy. and then this morning seeing ricki and then going to universal studios and almost seeing adam sandler, then going to the filming of the hottest new warner brothers sitcom "the big bang theory".... the stars are not just in the sky and on the walk of fame... they are also in my eyes. things were looking really great when the paper said morrissey was playing in hollywood on thursday. but the paper lied and so i'm currently feeling a bit weapy. but that could also be the thoughts of the holiday nearly being over.... the only way this will be bearable is if the ice man is on the same flight to dorkland on saturday. we would have so much to catch up on. i haven't seen him since that time in the bnz foodcourt when i was 14. ahh the memories...

right, i'm off to bed. it is exhausting being on holiday.