Where Are My Keys? I Lost My Phone.

First week of work was pretty good. I basically do bitch work and I feel like Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada but Mark Redanty is the sweetest person ever, and the best boss I've ever had. So no major complaints. Plus on Friday I met Will Swenson and read with Marc Kudisch for an audition they put him on tape for. So I'm doing what I came here to do: network. That weekend I went to Vegas and it was a little bit of a debauchery. It all started Friday night. We went to see Race Music, which gave me a boost of confidence; if that's considered Off-Broadway theatre, then I should have no problem finding a job. That's the nicest thing I can say about it. A group of us then went to the Chelsea Square Restaurant where I got my waffle craving satisfied. Since I had to leave the house at 6am and it was already midnight and I hadn't packed, I figured the logical thing to do would be to pull an all-nighter. Which was fun until about 5 am. Thank god for a one hour subway ride followed by a 6 hour plane ride. Except that the E train, which is the one that's supposed to go from Penn to JFK, was closed for construction so I had to catch a bus at Port Authority. That's where I had a minor panic attack due to the fact I thought I was going to miss my flight. My poor dad got the brunt of my frustration as I frantically texted him using a string of curse words, even though it was 2am on the west coast. Anyway, I made it with just a few minutes to spare. That was when I realized I hadn't eaten since my waffle and I wasn't going to eat until I landed in NV. Luckily I slept through my hunger pains. After eating and taking a nap (in the 900 square foot suite, with a hot tub and his and hers bathroom, I got upgraded to), my family and I went to Margaritaville. Then to a $1 margarita bar and 4 margaritas later I was having a grand ol' time! Anyway, after a really crappy pirate show at Treasure Island; bad sushi; and my dad loosing my sister, and then my sister loosing her husband, it was time for bed. Except remember, those $1 frozen strawberry margaritas? Yeah, well my dad was afraid that "free upgrade" was going to cost him $10,000 to replace the carpet. Luckily the cleaning lady got the red dye out for free. Woo! That's what you get for waking up in Vegas! Huh, Katie?