I already left las vegas . . . left it for good . . .

Photos: flying in to Vegas, starting with as we left the clouds, Hoover Dam, down into Vegas - then on board the shuttle bus to take us to the strip - lights! people! sound! Kat the reclusive is overwhelmed--and as my brother told me then, "You haven't seen anything yet . . . " he was right! more on that later . . .

Analisa guessed correctly that I was in Las Vegas - the last place I'd ever have expected to be. Go by and give Analisa a congrats for winning a signed copy of Tender Graces *smiling*

So, yes, I was in Las Vegas with my brother, Tommy. What a strange land LV is. I have some stories to tell.

I think I will get rid of this story first, since it is the puzzling one, perhaps some would say embarrasing one, but I have no shame; yet, the one that had me going, "huh? What? Good lord!" It had my brother laughing his arse off when I told him about it.

One morning, Tommy and I woke up a little later than usual and we rushed to get ready to go down to the buffet at Planet Hollywood. I adored the buffet at PH - and I'm not a buffet kind of person one bit, but more on the food of LV later. So, I hurridly dressed in a to-the-knee white skirt with a little "southwestern style" embroidery on the bottom (very understated), a blue tank-style top, white sandals that had little designs on them and were made by Dr. Scholls, and the only thing on my face was my sunglasses--no make up, no lipstick. My hair was a bit messy as I'm growing out the super-short haircut. So, all in all, I looked pretty conservative, I thought - neat, but nothing special.

After we ate at PH, Tommy headed back to the hotel to play some blackjack (he had a trade show to attend later) and I stayed behind to walk around the mall at Planet Hollywood. I stopped in an Aveda shop and bought some things where the cutest girl helped me (and I'm going to write her manager and brag on her) - she said, "You look chic," and that made me smile -- I then headed back to Cesars Palace (more on CP later).

I was just strolling along in my little skirt, my Aveda bag in my hand, when I noticed two gentlemen who looked to be in their sixties walking towards me. One of the men was pointing out things to the other man -- either he lives there or had been there before and the other gentleman had not and he was filling him in on Las Vegas. All of a sudden, as we passed each other, he points to me and he says . . . he says . . . ahem . . . he says to the other gentleman about me, "Look, that there is a Call Girl!..."

*WHAT!!!!!!!?????* Oh . . . my . . . Gawd! . . . *laughing* -- I didn't know what to think about that, so I just kept walking, but when I told my brother about it, he burst out laughing, and that became the joke of the days to follow. Everything was, "Well, sister, since you are a call girl, why don't you..." and "Tommy, since I'm a call girl, I should..." and etcetera. Perhaps I should have been insulted, but I was not. In a strange way, I guess I was a bit flattered, yes? *grin* At least I was a "call girl" and not ... not ... well anyway: more on that later, too

. . . Haw!! Can you imagine?

Well, I have some photos to share, some videos(not very good ones, but you'll get the idea), and stories to tell about the trip - I'll do that in the days to follow.

So, any of you ever mistaken for a Call Girl? Or, anything happen while on vacation, or otherwise, that had you blinking in the headlights saying, "what? huh?" Tell me all about it! *grin*

Now, go do the day, and go by and visit Analisa - she was having a bad day yesterday and I bet would loved to be cheered up. I'll soon be by to visit, but am feeling the crunch of Rose & Thorn work, my book signing stuff coming up, working on VK2, and general "I just arrived back home after 2 weeks" discombobulations . . .