Of course my version of an afterlife is probably a bit idiosyncratic.

They should all be idiosyncratic!

My night so far has included not murdering any tourists, sitting on a dead bus on Lakeshore Drive, walking far too much with a backpack laden with a laptop and beer, two L trains, putting on pajamas only to remember a prescription waiting at the pharmacy, and a partridge in a pear tree.

On the other hand, I had biscuits with sausage gravy for breakfast, my manager gave my entire team wee bonuses for being awesome, and my Avengers Squinkies arrived in the mail early.

I'm going to try the Great Lakes Burning River now.

a pair that shaded from blinding silver to gray to lavender to purple.

Yeah, I'd be all over those. And where better to wear them than Vegas? That Max Brenner menu looks like a good time. Have you had a chance to try the Absinthe Service at Sage (I'm blanking on the hotel/casino, it'll come to me eventually, or Lee will remember) - highly recommended!

Yikes on fires and fire alarms! Also, aw Caspar, that sounds like my priorities at her age. And my nephew's, come to think of it. Library books = extra precious. Also also, BIDs begone!

Tea with DH. You know the Cowboy Junkies song about tea? That was one of our songs. Although, really, I would not be terribly particular about the beverage if I could have the company.

Great Lakes Burning River is from the Brewery near-ish to my parents. Or one of them.

Yesterday, when I got home, the nurse told me she was certain that Grace had a UTI, call the doc, get a script.

So I took Grace to the doc today. No UTI. huh. Fancy that. We still got a script. For sulfas though. I don't know if Grace is allergic, but the doc gave me all sorts of warnings. Then I pointed out even if she went into anaphylactic shock, we have a solid airway. And he laughed and agreed. Ahh the bonus of a trach.

Now I wish had gravy and biscuits. But alas, I don't. I do have ambien or champagne which I could have with cranberry juice.

Aria!

That's it! Home of the flaming absinthe.

I think I'd like to talk to all of my grandparents as the adult me. I lost 3/4 of them by the time I was in high school. My last grandmother died when I was a junior in college. I have a lot of the stories, but not enough.

Or my Aunt Carol and lots of red wine. She was a keeper of the stories, and I do regret not getting up to LI more frequently when she was alive. Because she was dad's coolest younger sister and supposed to live forever. And then she didn't. And that last visit was pure RIGHT THERE NOW. One of the best things I ever did, and yet one that shouldn't have been remarkable.

I haven't been there yet! I ... have barely left the Caesar's Palace complex, yet.

I ... have barely left the Caesar's Palace complex, yet.

Bellagio is right next door! And it's super nice to walk around in it!

Yeah, I don't think I ever did leave the City Center area last time, even with the trams.

I would also like to spend some time with my paternal grandmother, beverages either tea or vodka, her choice. But first choice is always gonna be DH. Sorry, Babushka! I think she'd understand.