I'm drinking Macallan 30 and he's drinking Jameson. Both on the rocks. 4:30 am. Las Vegas. Escaping reality. Good morning!

And can I tell you how surreal it is being in Vegas and NOT shooting a porn convention??? so, we were driving down the street last week and he turns to me and says, "do you want to go to vegas right now?" I wanted to say yes. I've never been asked that before and he's the perfect person to ask me. "I'd love to, but I have shoots the next 3 days." our days off rarely coincide. he goes, "ok, then how about next wednesday? it's still considered spontaneous because i'm asking you right now this second." wednesday? ok, what time? it's a deal. i'm in. and fuck yeah i'm drinking to the whole idea of this and here we are.