update

So, yes. I went to Las Vegas this past weekend. I had an entertaining, if not mind-blowing, time. A couple of friends from Texas were there to celebrate a 30th birthday and they asked me to join, so I did. I don't much care for Vegas since I don't gamble and it's far too easy to stay up all night drinking, but it's not so bad in small doses. The first night I was there I did stay up all night drinking, pushed some random girl around in a shopping cart, talked to another girl from Hollywood who works the same sort of day job I do, got asked out on a date with yet another girl who had just gotten kicked out of rehab, and screamed about how goddamn boring The Twilight Saga is that I 1) almost got forcibly removed from a casino and 2) got free drinks from the bartender for making him laugh. To recap: Saturday morning wake at 6am, work, drive to Vegas, drink, meet people until 12 noon on Sunday. I was mistaken for "that French rock star" and was asked to take a picture with a really drunk 21-year-old girl who thought I was French (because I lied to her.) Talked to a guy on the bus who may have been hitting on me, talked to a bunch of blackjack dealers that were dressed up like whores, and saw a Rolling Stones tribute band on Fremont Street that actually wasn't all that bad. Also: I saw some stupid show featuring topless lesbian vampires dancing around to a soundtrack of 80's rock music.

Tuesday night I went to see one of my favorite singer-songwriters, Bobby Bare Jr. I had two tickets because I wanted to take a specific girl but she was in the Bay Area and wouldn't return to L.A. in time, so I invited someone else. Actually, since my sister is friends with Bobby, he put me on the list +1 and I already had those tickets, so invited three people. Keith, our bassist; C, a girl I slept with once in 2007; and M, a girl I met recently who probably likes me more than I like her. Brilliant decision on my part, let me tell you. C dominated my time (since we've known each other for a few years and we don't hang out that often) and even though M wanted to speak to me, she ended up talking to Keith for most of the night. That's not such a bad thing, mind you, since she and Keith had met and spoken before, and C didn't know anyone but me, but I still felt awkward, and the whole time I'm sitting there wishing I had been able to bring G from LBC. (Note: please forgive the letters-as-names thing. I got in trouble once for using real names on a blog and I'd rather not go through that again.) Anyway, the show was amazing, everyone liked it and we all had a good time. I should have talked to BBJ just to say thanks for the tickets, but I didn't because I'm a moron. And now I feel shitty for missing the opportunity to speak to one of my favorite artists. Goddamn moron, I tell ya.

Speaking of G from LBC, I wish she were still G from DTLA, I wish I could see her more often, and I wish I didn't miss her as much as I do. I know absence makes the heart grow fonder blahblahblah, but fuck. I have seriously developed some feelings for her and I'm kind of wishing I hadn't right about now. Not that I regret how I feel, it's just that I can't do anything about it at the moment and I'm not even sure she would reciprocate if I could. I like being her friend and I really have enjoyed getting to know her as of late, but hell. I'm all worked up and crazy about her and that's a situation that will probably end with me drinking a bottle of whiskey (for better or worse) in one sitting.

That's a lot of complaining considering I'm pretty happy with everything. Oh, well. Guess I'm in a bad mood due to lack of sleep and the fact that I'm sick of my day job.

-The new Robotanists song is really good. Seriously fucking good. We'll be rehearsing it tonight. I'm excited.

-I can't wait to go on tour. I've been waiting to return to Austin and Houston with a band that I love and now I'm gonna do it. Kinda surreal. Oh, and of course the tour means I get to eat some real Tex-Mex and fried shrimp po'boys. Fuck yes.

-Check out Bobby Bare Jr.