This is Kristen, coming to you live from high atop the Mandalay Bay Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas.

No, really. If I were any higher atop the Mandalay Bay Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas, I'd be a Steve Wynn ad. Or maybe a helicopter, I dunno. It could really go either way.

Interesting side note: The top floor of the Mandalay Bay looks nothing the rest of the hotel. It looks more like a House of Blues. I do not know why this is. But it pleases me so I will not complain. Except to ask, why is there no mini-bar, motherfuckers?

I should mention that I am somewhat tipsy. (It is entirely possible that you have guessed this already.) Or perhaps, you know, the "D" word. (I suggest the "D" word only because it took me five minutes to compose this paragraph.)

Tonight was good. I am very glad that I said, screw fiscal responsibility, and came into town a day early. My sweet batshit crazy boy BROUGHT IT tonight and made me very happy. There was much plantonic boy-on-boy kissing, some sex with a microphone (including foreplay!), followed by a trip to the Foundation Room, where a bartender rocked and I walked up and asked a random boy if he was in a band because my friends were rumored to be his groupies. (It's a long story. And less funny when you're sober, I think.)

After said incident, I was tempted to walk up to this other dude and ask him if he was married to Celine Dion but I think that would have called for a sixth martini.

Oh! And I got a Being Human/Human Being t-shirt. Which I am totally going to wear tomorrow when I throw down at Kinkos.

Marty Casey and the Lovehammers surprised me. I loved their set and they rock Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire" like no other since the Man in Black, himself. (Um. Johnny Cash. Not Will Smith or Tommy Lee Jones. -- Though, now, I feel as if I should throw a random Under Siege quote so...um..."Welcome to the Revolution"...cue Jimi Hendrix covering Bob Dylan.)

Or any Kristen-scripted?

BartlebyFink is my new favorite person. Though, no offense BF, that could totally change in the morning when Allyson tells me I am a writer she admires or some other crazy, endearing thing that makes me stupidly happy.

I would say things about Minear-scripted television except, a) I'm not sure I'm allowed to and b) I thinK I am a jinx.

Tipsy Kristen is adorable and verbose.

Verbose! I know! I probably posted more words just now than I have in six month. I would work on something spec-ish but I fear the results.

Screw the outline! I'm talking to muse...where did the cute boy with the tattoos in Act Three come from and why is he humping a microphone...shut up. Talking to my muse...is your muse's name Ketel One, by any chance?

I should sleep now, I think.

Ketel One is a fabulous muse. Don't deny the vodka. The vodka knows all.

Kristen, I admire you as a writer, tipsy or otherwise. Yay for good days in Vegas!

Viva Las Vegas and Tipsy Kristen! Have a blast and write lots about it.

Simon, "Old Wounds" spurred some Christian activist movement to complain to the FTC (?) about the episode airing, asking for fines for Fox. Hee. As far as I know, Fox didn't get fined.

Web is - to steal a phrase - a magnificent bastard. I loves me some Web. Or is it Webb?

Questions, questions.

The 'arc' of Web/Paul/Becky is fantastic stuff.

The tipsy typing is a thing that shouldn't be missed. Ketel One vodka, on the other hand? Dangeroso.

And, look, if I can't get any information from a tipsy Kristen via a little hero worship, what good is this land? Is there going to be a night two update? Bring the verbosity.

I ask a lot of questions. Kevin is no longer question boy.

Tonight will not be nearly as exciting nor as tipsy. I just got back to my room for a quick nap before I head out to the bus yard for a little late night installation.

Also, in my drunken ramblings, I think I forgot to include the part where I had to do math. When you get off the elevator, there are three corridors to choose from. It took me a good minute and a half last night to figure out which range of numbers included my room number.

Tomorrow, I want to check out the beach. Because it is too funny, to me, that there is a beach to check out.

A beach, a beach in Las Vegas. That's the desert. Interesting.

What is it that you are doing in Vegas, Kristen?

In related news, I haven't seen a beach in ages. Well, October, really. But it rained the whole time. I haven't seen a good beach since I was in Australia. That was over 14 months ago.