bright light city

I guess I must have been on the Nice List this year as far as Santa goes which is kind of weird because, let's face it: I'm pretty used to being on the naughty list as far as any list goes. But, Julian finally put a ring on it. Tiffany's, naturally. Even though I liked mine better when I wrote "marry me" in the sand except that it got washed away by the tide and there's no washing this rock away, not unless you pry it off my cold, dead, body anyway. Congrats to all of my fellow brides-to-be!

And my best friend decided to buy me a store. Something I could convert into my own boutique, like the ones I have in New York, Paris, Milan, Los Angeles, and Tree Hill. A Vegas boutique was long overdue so props to P. Sawyer before thinking of it before I did. The only thing is that it's going to take a lot of work converting it to a worthy space for all my of designs to hang. And since money is no object here, I doubt it's much of an incentive so I guess really, I'm looking for volunteers. Anyone with experience in construction or deconstruction or able to do some heavy lifting. I'll also need people to work at the store--bitchy people only--and probably a few models for a big launch a few months down the road. Any takers?

( Filtered to Julian )

( Filtered to Peyton )

( Filtered to Andrea )

( Filtered to Jenny )

( Filtered to Alice )

I wonder what Charlie is doing right now. I bet he misses me.

( Filtered to Rosalie )

Well, hello Vegas. My my my.

There's this part of my brain, waaaay in the back, that's telling me that kidnapping generally isn't a good thing and I should probably be exhibiting hulk-like rage at my current situation...

But then the rest of my brain sees Vegas and this handy credit card, and tells that other part to cram it.

That other part finally listened when it saw my extremely attractive new roommate. Hey there, Vanessa.

But still...this is pretty weird. Even by my extremely skewed Sunnydalian perspective. In fact, this whole sitch positively reeks of Summers and the weird crap that is always happening to her. Come on, Dawnie. Are you in on this? Olly olly oxen free.

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

[Michael Bublé - Home]

Caspian, turns out there is a petting zoo on the south side of the city, and apparently having an unlimited source of income goes a long way in this city.

In short, I have procured a sweet pot-bellied pig named Brian, and you will have your logic defying oddity soon.

And, as a note to everyone else, if you are interested in seeing pigs fly I will keeping you all informed of my progress.

( Severus )

Thanks, but no thanks.

Kidnapped to Vegas. Now that's new. A head's up might've been nice.

Rose, Edward, Carlisle? Anybody else here or was it just me?