9/3 Midcap

I'm off to Vegas in a few hours. It's my first time there in over a year and two years since I dropped my Vegas project. I'm there with my family so that means I'll either spend all of my time in the arcade with Michael, at the table with my dad as he glares at me because I flirt with everyone, or at the table with my mom, cockblocking her by telling the young guys who hit on her that she's a lesbian. I kind of want to break the routine though. When I was working on the Vegas project, I was there a lot getting the feel for the casino floor and buddying up with dealers (sometimes a little too much so). I want to not gamble, and not be so aware of that shrill siren of desperation and mania in people's energy that's ubiquitous out there...just see the place from the eyes of a tourist who really thinks this is Disneyland for adults. By the way, I hate that term...Disneyland for adults. That's what my coworker calls orgy-catering swingers clubs.

My coworker's wife just had a baby this morning! A Virgo named Guy. We gave him a hard time about him choosing the name Guy. Like, why don't you just give him the middle name Big Dick if you want to overstate his masculinity. I don't think you should test God that way; he's got a wicked sense of humor. I think choosing the name Guy for your first born son nearly insures that he's gonna be born with a vagina. But I guess for this kid, all the parts were where they should be. Darn.