bright light city

Lafayette, we need to discuss 'quality'.

That or I really did see a werewolf merrily chasing its tail in the sitting area of my flat yesterday...

I am so buggered.

Someone explain to me, you have to be twenty-one to purchase or consume alcohol here? Seriously?

It's like chasing dragons, deplorable.

Okay, I'm about 75% sure that no one took me from NTAC and brought me to Vegas for a fun weekend.

Can anyone tell me what I'm doing here and, um, what the date is?

Color me confused.

Did I do something wrong? Wait...huh...not Fallen. Right.

Why am I here? And why do I have a tattoo?

Second question is less important than the first.

What the fuck? I go spend a day at a spa and come back to find we're fuckin' overrun with motherfuckin' vampires?

Shit, that wasn't in the damn brochure.

All right, whose bitch ass let out the fuckin' zombies?

My fuckin' dress got ruined.

Vampires, Werewolves, Ghost hunters (the hot horny one, the old dude and his child bride, the skinny blonde and her mama...Is that all?), Ghost FACERS, Vampire Slayers, the fine ass demon blood boy and his atypically nice girlfriend, a hot (but I think previously dead) FBI Agent, a good looking nerd, my fool cousin, the King of Narnia, some people who have no idea who they are, the zappy girl, the singing girl and her pregnant friend, Harry Potter's nearest and dearest, Super heroes, an angel (or three?), the zombie killers and Tara Thornton...What the hell Zenner. What the hell.

Got my costume. Still not sure what I'm doin', but I'ma look fabulous.

So what's everybody dressin' up as?

I don't miss James as nearly as much as I thought I would. But I still miss... him as much as always.

Chocolate chocolate ice cream isn't cutting it, someone know of something stronger - legal, but stronger to fight off the blues?

Anyone know how to cook really good, homey food?

Alright, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t like it. One minute I’m fine minding my own business and the next I’m waking up in Vegas? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair share of wild weekends. Comic-Con 2007, anyone? But this is completely different.

First of all this whole barcode look is gonna crimp my style. Tattoos, distinguishing marks…that’s the kind of stuff that gets you caught. Plus, barcode – not that cool. I mean only reason for a tattoo is a good prison story and I don’t exactly want to be bragging about being part of the Price is Right gang.

Second, this black Amex? High Class. You know these things are made out of titanium? It’s cool that you want to foot by bill and everything, but I’ve got other things I need to be taking care of. So thanks, but no thanks. Besides, it's not like I don't already have three of those. None with my actual name on them, but...whatever.

Third, I want my phone back. This blackberry is nice and all but it doesn’t even start to compare to my phone. I know you got your heart set on me staying here for a while but I’m not really feeling it. So how about we just end things here and now before it gets messy. We can still be friends.

Hey now, we’ll always have Vegas.

( Stalling stalling stalling )

Oh hell no. I've had a weird enough year.

I'm going to my warehouse to fill water balloons up with brightly colored tempra paint and throw darts at them.

You want in, this train is leaving in 30 minutes.

Ooops.

Damn, this gettin' grabbed shit is gettin' old.