Peace Out!

Elvis is leaving the building! Or should I say , Swirl Girl is taking a little hiatus to Sin City. Chick's weekend (sort of a weekend, anyway) - with mom in Vegas. Going to earn my keep (hopefully).

I hope to hook up (not in the biblical sense) with Robin at Party Of Five. You should read her, if you don't already know her. As this is a mother-daughter weekend, I thought it only fitting to ask my mom if she minded if a bloggy friend could come to the casino for a drink. This is a real (read: slightly exaggerated for comedic effect) converstion with my mom.

Swirl Girl: "Hey mom, would you mind if I invited a bloggy friend to have a drink with us?"

Mom: "Do you know her?"

S.G. : "Not in the biblical sense."

M: "...."

S.G.: "Mom, you still there?" Is this thing still on, anyone ... anyone? Buehler?

M: "Do you know her?"

S.G. : "No, I don't know her, but she was one of the first ever commentors on my blog! I know her real name. I ran a background check , and ran her through CSI for prints. She came out clean."

M: " I would just be careful, that's all I'm saying."

S.G. : " Mom, it's not like I'm inviting her to sleep over...we are in a casino with boatloads of people. I trust her as much as I would trust someone not to steal my shit when I get up to pee."

M: "It's okay by me, just be careful"


I think my mom thinks she could be a whack job. Or she'll steal my purse or something. I think a casino is a fitting place to meet a possible whack job, don't you? There's some fierce competition for crazy in Vegas. So if I dont' write a post by say , Wednesday - you'll know my mom was right.

Peace Out!

**In reality I am a total wuss. If she goes for my purse, I 'm screwed. I am not worried, my mom's got a mean arm. Who knows, maybe her mom is telling her to be careful about meeting me!