Okay… here are the Vegas pictures finally! Sorry, I’ve been super duper busy. For those of you who didn’t catch my last post, I went to Vegas earlier this week for the “Magic” convention. No, I’m not talking about “Magic: The Gathering” (Hi Becca) or a David Copperfield show. You dorks. Magic is basically a fashion industry trade show, where retailers and clothing companies get together to show off their new stuff so they can buy and sell for next season. I got to see all the awesome upcoming collections from brands like Lip Service, Red Ballz, Beauty Fiend, Tripp, E.C. Star, Fine, Emily Strange, Serious, Dragonfly, and like a shitzillion more I can’t remember, all before they’re even available to the public! We snuck in by borrowing Kevin’s friend’s business license to register. It was actually really funny because when we got our badges, we didn’t even know what they were going to say! Mine was like, “Amy Doan, Distributor.” We had to act like we knew what we were doing there. It was great.

So we arrive in Vegas on Sunday nite and check into our hotel… and get this–IT’S A FUCKING COUNTRY WESTERN HOTEL FOR SENIOR CITIZENS!!! I swear I am not making this up. It’s called the Frontier; check it out if you don’t believe me. We walked into the lobby and one out of every ten people is in a wheelchair or a walker. I turned to Kevin and said, “HOLY. SHIT. Hahahahahahahhaa.” Of course, he blamed me, saying *I* was the one who picked the hotel, but we’ll never know.

After dinner (in the hotel’s country-western restaurant complete with bull ride), we decided to go to this new gay club at Caesar’s Palace. Kevin said it was too early to go in and that we should gamble a little bit first. If you know me, you know how bah-humbug I am about gambling and Vegas in general, because I never win anything and I think it’s a big fat scam. But being a good sport, I said, “Okay, just for a little while.” So Kevin puts some money into the slot machine, pulls the handle, and WINS ONE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS ON HIS FIRST PULL!!! We decided to stop gambling so we wouldn’t risk losing the money, but we did take this cheesy photo first.

This is my “Hi, I’m with the rich guy!” slutty girlfriend pic.

You know the drill…

So yesterday, Kevin and I went up to San Francisco to do some furniture-shopping-boring-old-people stuff. When we drove by SF City Hall, my jaw literally dropped at the sight of HUNDREDS of gay/lesbian couples lined up around the block to get married!! On Valentines Day! It was the most beautiful, romantic, BEST thing I’ve seen in a LONG time.

For those of you who’ve been in hibernation, San Francisco recently began granting marriage licenses to same-sex couples, but the privilege might be taken away soon cuz of evil religious family-activist groups. So everyone’s in a mad dash to get ‘em while they can. You can read about it in the newspapers and see it on TV, but I don’t think anything can prepare you for the overwhelming surge of happiness you feel for these people when you actually see this shit with your own eyes!! I witnessed history being made. Literally HUNDREDS of happy couples, all beaming and smiling, waiting in line all day to get married, in a line that stretched around the block, chatting, laughing, taking pictures, holding hands, hugging, balloons, wedding dresses, flowers, the whole nine yards. My happiness for them didn’t even have anything to do with the whole “Go Gay Rights!!” shit; it was solely based on the simple fact that their happiness and excitement was so contagious! The sheer number of smiling faces was overwhelming. It was the best Valentines Day of my life, and it didn’t even have anything to do with me!

I wish I’d taken more pictures, but I was in a car, so this is the only couple I had time to holler at for a Kodak moment:

Says: TOGETHER 17 YEARS, Thank you Mayor Newsom!

Hi Ngan

…the rest of them…

The devil spawned two children, and their names were AMY AND ANJALI!!

Here are some pics taken in San Francisco last week. Thanks for dinner, Anjali! And for letting us see Young’s nipples!