Well, since I didn't have to deal with long drives or airports, I'm totally up for it.
What a great weekend. And the thing is, it was great not because of some event or activity or spectacle...it was the people. Bloggers rock.

I met up with the Hoopster, KD, Chicky, Jilly, nerdboy mikey and John from Pixel streams first and handed out some QF cds and Bill and Ted cards, thereby confirming the fact that, yes...I need to get out and be with real people more often.

Some room hopping ensued, where I got to meet a fucking whole bunch of other people including batgrl and Jon S. (who I'm sure I annoyed because the only thing I could think of to say to him was "how are you feeling?" and reminding him he was ill....anyhoo)
And also the glorious Muffy, who really does have the face of an angel and the mouth of a sailor. She coined the expression "leave a comment" for when you meet another blogger in RL and punch them in the mouth.

I inserted myself into the smoking cluster ended up in the lounge where we listened to a band that looked a lot like Morris Day and The Time do a ripping rendition of "Friends in Low Places" Shake your Grooove thing, you two-steppin' mothafukkers.
I drank several beers and a shot. I danced to "Brick House". I giggled and flirted and dumped ashtrays.
Eventually, I ended up in bed with Hoopty.

Of course, that was mainly because there was no place else to sit in the room, we were both fully clothed, and had an audience of no less than five at any given time (not that that's stopped me in the past) but when I tell and re-tell this story to all the little bloggers of the future all I will say is "Yes, I was in bed with Hoopty," point out that he wears a size 13 shoe, and give a knowing wink.

Alledgedly, KD claims her groove arrived at the same time I did, however it should be pointed out that her first beer coincided at that time also. She's so great, and I was happy to be her directional, if not moral, compass for a good part of the evening. And yes, it's true...some people make drunken late-night phone calls at 3 am...kd sets up domains.

To say C.C. is a hell of a guy is to make the grandest understatement ever. Even though he was beat from a long day of travel, he stayed up and hosted the Foopty Circus room and much merriment ensued until the wee hours.

I stumbled out of the Aladdin at 5:30 am Saturday morning, went home and crashed for a few hours and was back in time for the big Shave Hoopty event.
Alas, I was not the chosen one...Jilly was. The room was packed. It was madness, but I had a good spot to watch the shearing.

It was at about this stage in the shaving that Hoopty began to sing a Flock of Seagulls song, god...he's a funny boy.
For those of you that missed the hot webcam shaving action, you can see the animated gifs I made here, here and here.

Quite the vicarious thrill. I should have brought a change of panties.
After that was lunch with C.C., Chicky, Suzie, Mikey and a freshly bald Hoopty at the Harley Davidson cafe. Then a walk up to M&M and Coke world. I pretty much just tagged along, although I was much a tourist as anyone since I avoid the strip attractions as a local.
We then walked some more, around the "Desert Passage" which is a maze of way-too-expensive retail shops at the Aladdin. There was talk of napping but it never really panned out. I mixed up my attire for the two nights as everyone else was dressing up for Saturday's drinking and debauchery, and I was slobbing about in my "I [heart] Keanu" jersey (which got webcam airtime thankyouverymuch!). I changed my top, but was still the one thing that was not like the others when Suzie and Chicky gussied up for the night. Even though Chicky held me down and doused me with glitter, I was anti-glamourous. But oh well....after the Yard 'o Margarita at dinner, I really didn't care. More drinking, more walking lather rinse repeat, finally ending up back in the Foopty Circus room for a wind down. By 1 am I was a crispy krix and knew that if I was going to get home safely, I would have to bid everyone adieu and so I did. Goodbye kisses and hugs and I went down to valet where I waited forty-five-fucking minutes for them to fetch my car, while being notsoothed to the point of madness due to the fact that the fire alarm/siren/strobelights were going off in the parking lot for the whole time. I was also hit on by a strange italian man who is lucky I didn't punch him in the neck, but was just too tired to do so.

God, I know I didn't cover the half of what went on but I guess you'd say you really had to be there. The most fun was just hanging out and getting goofy with everyone. I wish I could have spent more time with skits, but as I understand it, she had other, more jiggly things to attend to. Thank you all. Especially Hoopty for my hoopty shirt and CDs, and to Chicky* for the wonderful soft thing and much more. I will definitley be at BlogCon, the sequel, even if it isn't in Vegas.

* Bonding with Chicken Little was possibly the best thing of the whole weekend. She's exquisitely wonderful and she makes me want to start kissing girls.