aMuSiNG MuSiNG ~ the anti-gay vaca

So, as you may or may not have noticed, I've been MIA for the past few days. My contiguously-USA-traveled-self was in Sin City (aka: Las Vegas) for a mini family reunion. Surprisingly enough, the 72-hours of perpetual drunkenness with my (beyond illustratably) dysfunctional family in 120 degree heat was fairly uneventful... save for my carb-filled binge at the Luxor buffet. (Yes, nothing say $9 Vegas buffet like a single-sitting plateful of orange chicken, biscuits and gravy, pineapple pizza, and an extra-large enchilada.)

I flew home. (Damn you, Las Vegas airport bartender who refused to serve me because my out-of-state IL drivers licence had just expired and my new Cali one had yet to arrive.) A 2-hour hour plane delay sans wine carafe is true homo-torture.

My parents, on the other mini-van-steering hand, are driving to LA for the 2nd half our our family travel-capade. They arrive tomorrow AM and stay until Sunday... in my guest room. My mother's boxed wine is already in the fridge, awaiting her arrival with baited spicket.

Stories of family disharmony to follow shortly...