LMOIS* File 03072008

2008, However You See Fit, LMOIS File

MARCH 7, 2008
12:03 A.M. 
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

I woke up with a headache and got Jon to bring him into bed with me. I was hopin’ to get some mornin’ lovin’, but after all that vodka he definitely was not up* for it.

We showered, dressed, and went to Wolfgang Puck for lunch. Then we went outside.

The Strip! (I think the only reason I was able to get him to leave the hotel with me was that he found some accidental pot in his checked bag and we needed to buy a bowl to smoke it.) We went to the M&M Store and bought a keychain for Gary, Jon’s dad, and a mug for Joy, Gary’s girlfriend. We walked and talked with our arms around each other the entire time. 

We hung out at the Sports Book for the next few hours. Not my first choice of activity, but I was having a good time, distracted enough to forget my hangover. 

Then, leaving Jon and “Gar” behind, I went upstairs to change for dinner (my New Year’s Eve black strapless dress with the gold zipper down the back and Target pink and gold, tiered, Chinese lantern-esque earrings).

I got to Pearl, the MGM’s oriental dining experience, a bit early and was flagged down by Joy who was drunk at the bar and wanted to bond. We started to chitchat. Just when I was going to get some info out of her about Jon, of course, he showed up.  

Dinner was amazing. More food than four people could possibly know what to do with. I had two dirty vodka martinis. Delicious. 

Too delicious. After dinner, we all went back to our rooms to lie down. Jon and I smoked as we sat on the bed watching TV. 

We separated into our sleeping quarters. Jon was already lying down when I said goodnight, still fully dressed, four-inch heels and all. Standing at the top of the couch, I bent over him and executed the perfect Spiderman upside-down kiss.

Oh, man. It was so sexy. I wanted to have sex with me! Jesus Christ. If not for sex, why did he invite me? I mean, even when we did hook up, it was quick nothing because we just didn’t have time. Had to get back to Gar.

But nonetheless, it was a good kiss. A sexy kiss. I retire to my suite. 

Originally from the east coast, Cha Cha lives in southern California with her fiance (he’s a plumber) and their bob-tailed cat, Copper Soup.

As a woman, Cha Cha spends her time writing, reading (though not as much as she wishes she did), watching Project Runway (way more than she wished she did—especially since the show ended in 2019), trying to exercise for at least 20 minutes a day (otherwise, she won’t leave the house because she works from home), learning how to manage her money, and talking to herself out loud.

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