OK. Turns out I needed this Vegas vacay more than I thought. I’ve already had a massage and stuffed as many pineapple juices from the spa as I could into my brain purse, which is getting too much heat—so many compliments, then got super stoney and took myself to Mystere. Today I got a mani pedi and hit the hot tub, then stole more pineapple juices from the spa. Had a mini meltdown over Diamond having to deal with shitty kids. Tonight, Cole and I went to Gillie’s and I didn’t wear my gold pants and cowboy boots shirt but I’m glad because too many white men than I care to see at once came into the restaurant suddenly and I scarfed down my brisket so fast just to get out of there. Fucking literal white men ruining everything.
I just cashed in my meager 401K because I’m drowning in debt and more money is coming but not fast enough and future, pshhhhhh, so I am fucking treating myself after paying off a big chunk. Undecided if I will go back to the gift store to purchase that pink sparkly Polly Pocket backpack…
Update: I didn’t purchase the pink sparkly Polly Pocket backpack and now I can document that regret so I can remember for the rest of my life.
Tonight I took the eldest and middle to our local queer coffee shop for trivia. Then we all took a gorgeous drive to pick up the youngest from Gigi’s house, all of us marveling at being able to live so close to this lush nature. I NEVER go out on Mondays. Scratch that, I NEVER go out. It’s so fucking nice to do things again. So weird how things get better and worse at the same fucking time.