I don't have anything witty, intelligent or constructive to add here. Just an update from yesterday. I'm not gonna lie, things are a little fuzzy today. The Twisted Sisters got shitfaced yesterday. Absolutely shitfaced. When we last checked in we were trying to sober up to go meet up with ShelteredSis. That was an unsuccessful endeavor. We made ourselves as presentable as possible. SisterT looked hot and I had on fresh deodorant and clean teeth. We stopped by the Excalibur to pick up our tickets to The Thunder and scored one for ShelteredSis and then hoofed it over to the Mandalay to pick up the littlest one. Holy shit! Blind people everywhere! ShelteredSis was super excited to go to a bar. We grabbed an Uber rather than walking back to the Excalibur because Sheltered tripped me twice with her cane within 2 minutes of greeting me. She got a cornea transplant in one eye last summer and while it helped she can only see a little bit, mostly shadows and color. However, she now refuses to hold an arm unless we are in very loud, dark places...it drives me f-ing nuts. And somehow she only trips me, never SisterT. I'm convinced it's on purpose. Anyway, we took her to the lobby bar for an adult beverage. She got a little tipsy on her one strawberry daiquiri. SisterT and I slammed a few more vodka sodas that we didn't need. Then we went to one of the worst shows I've ever seen outside of The Showgirls of Magic. It was so bad I couldn't quit laughing. One of the dancers must be new. He was counting out his steps the entire time. We put Sheltered right up front so she could hopefully get an eyeful. In hindsight that was probably not the wisest choice, but we were pretty seriously pie-eyed by that point. Let's just say, Sheltered got up-close-and-personal with at least 3 dancers who jumped down to bump and grind in her face. We're pretty sure she tried to "Braille" one of them. She had a lot of questions after the show. We took her back to the Mandalay and stopped at the bar to answer all her questions. Now you're likely all thinking she's a Sheltered 21, but the truth is she's 35. Hers is not my story to tell, but Sheltered has been very, very Sheltered. She's brilliant. Has a masters degree and lives on her own two states away from us and teaches at a school for the blind and deaf. But all those smarts and she still hasn't figured out that I get a kick out of serving her tea in a three blind mice cup every time she visits. But, I digress. Anyway, since SisterT and I had both lost good judgement 20 drinks ago, we thought it would be fun to find a cute blind guy to introduce her to. It wasn't a hard task; over 3,000 blind people were wandering around the hotel. In between eavesdropping on their conversation we were panicking about MormonMom finding out about our shenanigans. So we made her pinky swear to keep her trap shut. She won't. SisterT had insisted on wearing heels and then spent the entire night complaining that her feet were bloody stumps, plus the vodka had kicked into overdrive so we had Sheltered exchange numbers with cute guy and we escorted her to her room; a serious case of blind leading the blind. But it was a success because she finally tripped SisterT with her f-ing cane. SisterT went down hard, ass-over tea kettle, landing with her feet up in the air with her dress around her ears. Totally, "I see London, I see France" except frustrated that her panties had been riding up she had ditched them earlier. You get the picture, except hot SisterT isn't as well-groomed as I thought...she's got a 70's bush going on. Now I know and wish I didn't. To be continued. Thanks for reading! Cheers! P.S. gambling has been dismal. More later.