So wow. Vegas in less than a month. Boo ya.
It's funny, reading assorted pre-Vegas posts by assorted bloggers. Especially in my case, as I'm still a completely unknown variable, never having met anyone in that thing known as real life before. (Well, not counting tobytoby, who I've personally seen impersonating both CatWoman and the color silver).
Don't get me wrong, I'm very excited about going to Vegas. Very, very excited. Mucho excited.
But, umm, here's the thing. I'm pretty shy, quiet, and boring. Really. I swear. I don't tend to talk much, especially in large groups. People often assume that I'm having a horrible time, or that I'm angry and inexplicably want to find and butcher Fluffkins, their beloved pet Pomeranian. When, in fact, more often than not I'm having a perfectly good time and enjoying myself a good bit.
I'm also horribly out of drinking shape. Getting married, working a full time job, plus the equivalent of a couple more full-time jobs pursuing assorted business ventures will do that to you. Or to me, at least. If I stick to beer or *gasp* ask for water, no offense is intended.
I also don't know how to play craps or Pai Gow. Shameful, shameful. I'm sure my live game has all sorts of holes in it, due to the fact that I haven't played a live hand of poker in nearly four years. And that's being generous and counting guts, acey-duecey, and Indian poker as "poker", which is a pretty large stretch of the imagination.
Long story short, be gentle. And believe me, I'll be having a good time. Really. Fluffikens is prefectly safe. I swear.