Today is the day!!! Yes, I am three exclamation points excited. Probably more so. I have a 9:30 flight outta the Burgh, headed to Avitable’s Halloween party in Florida. (First class seating…wahoo!) Gonna crash at Britt’s house and enjoy some vacation time, which includes enjoying walking around with her kids while they beg for candy Friday night. LOVE trick or treating, but I promise I won’t dress up. Poor kids will probably be embarrassed by all the adults with them in the first place.
Before you ask, no, I still don’t really have a costume for the party. I have a few ideas, but looks like Friday during the day I might have to do a little running around if I go with the one. The other is easy to throw together and can be done in just a few minutes.
Speaking of dressing up, the other day I dressed up my breasts for HNT Halloween shots…
Yep, non pierced nipple rings. hehe 
However, the fake fucking nipple rings will not be worn to Adam’s party, in fact they will probably not even ever been worn again. I decided that I don’t really like the look on me and they actually kinda hurt.
Tits for Troops asked for everyone to do a Halloween themed photo this week (they publish on Tuesdays). Vixen and Sage have been doing a terrific job recruiting folks to post so I jumped in and recruited Cinderella. She joined the fun, even letting me give her fake tattoos at the office after work.
She was totally rocking the black widow spiders.
And then there was me. Don’t be afraid… 
Enjoy your Thursday. For more HNT fun, go see Os over where it all began and check out the links in his comments. xoxo
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AND, don’t forget about October being Breast Cancer Awareness month. 
Friday Cinderella and I decided to take a run to Adult Mart on our lunch hour. Because we can. God bless America!
We were finding everything we looked for and in general having a good time when we turned around to see this, the Becky doll:
You might remember that last week while in Vegas the hotel had everything, including the towels, marked with a B for the Bellagio Becky. I told Cinderella that when she found towels marked with a C she could use them, but until then she had to drip dry. Also told her she had to walk the ten flights of stairs to our room because the elevators were each marked with a B. Well when she saw that I had my own blow up doll, complete with the leopard print thingy, she was not exactly thrilled. An Adult Mart employee made as huge mistake when they asked if we were finding everything we needed. “No! No we are not,” she hollered. “Where’s the damn Cinderella doll?” I almost peed my pants.
Going anywhere with that woman is an adventure. She always makes me giggle. I am so glad she works with me.
On a different note, the trees on the parkway are so pretty this time of the year. Made for a nice drive to the sex store.
You guys know me by now…I’ll talk to anyone. I love people. Doesn’t matter where I am, if someone gives me eye contact, smiles or seems lost, I’m going to attempt to start a conversation. Mom was the same way so I come by it honestly, but my job in marketing has kind of encouraged the behavior.
Friday after work while getting happy (Small aside: who the fuck invented “happy hour” anyhow??? I like being happy for more than a damn hour!), I engaged into conversation the very married guy a few bar stools down. Turns out he is moving his wife and baby to Pittsburgh from Vegas. He is looking for housing where my new COO is moving. Yep, COO moves in Saturday and this guy might also live there. Too cute. I never would have learned of the synchronicity if I would have kept my mouth shut and just talked to my coworkers. Instead I was able to hook him up with fun stuff to do in Pittsburgh and also with his potential new neighbor. Way cool.
In line at the Bellagio’s buffet, Cinderella and I overheard the cute, bald and muscular guy behind us paying for one. Of course you know we invited him to dine with us, right? Yep, we did. At first he was hesitant, as well he should have been, but quickly he warmed up and decided that the three of us should enjoy the buffet together.
Blake was great fun, intelligent, outgoing, well built and all around terrific dinner company. Cinderella and I whispered that he was a “twice on Sunday” kind of guy (you know, so hot that you would do him twice on Sunday).
And then we really got to talking to him. Turns out he has been dating his girlfriend for all of four months (FOUR!), which somehow made him able to tell Cinderella and me that we were single because we hadn’t read the book that “helped” him. And then he kept talking about the book. (“No really, I don’t need him twice on Sunday. How about you take him on Sunday? Today, too.”)
Seems this book talks about the five languages of love and Blake thinks that I need to know what kind of man I want or I will stay single forever. Seems that I need to identify what keeps my love tank full and that I need to find a partner who can fill my love tank. He says love is conveyed in the form of gifts (“buying presents”) or by acts of service (“fix the broken handle” or “cook dinner”) or in quality time or physical touch or in words of affirmation (“you look so pretty” or “you are smart” or whatever) and that unless I know what type of man I want, I will forever be single. Totally seriously I told him that the reason I was single is because I wanted a man to be all of those things for me, not just one. Blake didn’t seem to appreciate that I was VERY serious, but that’s ok. I mean, he is reading self help books and I was amused by him reading self help love books so the conversation kept moving along, him all the time talking about what “fills your love tank” until finally Cinderella and I had had enough. “You wanna know what fills my love tank? I’ll tell you. A deep, deep dicking. THAT will fill my love tank.”
Hehe! I could totally hear Hilly in my head, hear her giggle, “Deep, deep dicking!”
All in all, Blake was really cool. We discussed how he can get his girlfriend to swallow and how he can convince her to try anal sex. I couldn’t help but suggest a few moves for him. Blake let me take a few photos of him, one of which I will post on Thursday seeing as how he was kind enough to show me some nipple and one that you see below.
(I know you are reading this, Blake. Thanks for the terrific dinner company and incredible laughs. Cinderella and I won’t forget you…that was one hell of a meal!)
So today I had to get the trade show booth set up, but I also had a little time to sneak away for myself. Which of course meant that I quickly made a pedicure appointment. Yay, for mint pedicures!
Although I did have to giggle when I walked in and my initial was on the chair…
Of course it was also on the door handle when I returned to my room…
And my towels…
Several B’s were waiting for me at the elevator doors…
Even the damn sammich holder together thingies…
I do so love that this place makes me feel like a princess. Like how they secured dead center seats for the Cirque du Soleil show. “Producer’s Row” seats that are for the producer’s family unless they won’t be in town, then the tickets get released to folks like my boss. Before the show I spent a little time in the art exhibit by the “O” theater. Amazing sculptures…
Before they gave us the “no photography” speech, I looked up and took a photo of the incredible ceiling. Never dawned on me that this cool sculpture would be a contraption for one of the performers…
I was totally blown away by “O” and found myself saying “Wow” over and over. Indescribable. Just amazing. And worth every penny. Now if only I can get to “Ka” sometime in the near future.
After the performance I went up to see if my other coworkers arrived safely. From FMV’s room we had the pleasure of listening to Elvis sing “Viva Las Vegas” while watching the dancing waters…
The water actually seemed to shoot up as high as we were, on the 23rd floor…
I am thinking FMV definitely got the better view than me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the view of the swimming pools, but check out this setup…
Gonna somehow have to borrow his windows for a HNT photo shoot. hehe
Happy Monday. It is gonna be a brutal one for me. Wish me luck in standing for 8 + hours on the show floor. And cross your fingers that we find plenty of business here. There are 307 posts to be read, all waiting in my feed reader. Gonna get worse by Friday when I am home again, so this trip needs to be worth it!
P.S. How ’bout dem Stillers??!?!!! Wahoo, going into the bye with a win, bay-bee!
I am not a gambler. The last few posts talked about me playing cards with the boys, but that laughing and talking with friends while drinking and playing cards is so very different than sitting with a bunch of strangers in a dark, smoky casino. HATE casinos.
Yet here I am in a spectacular hotel/ casino in Vegas. They make me feel like a princess by picking me up in a limo, with my pretty room and gorgeous surroundings and especially by marking everything with a B for Becky.
On my robe:
On the butter patties:
On the syrup bottles:
How cool was that of them to know I was coming and arrange for all the B logos? Sa-weet!
Honestly though, this place is stunning. Wish I were a better photographer or had a better camera or something, because there is so many phenomenal subjects, just begging to be photographed.
Yep, that is Dale Chihuly glass. And it is everywhere.
Interesting characters are all around, no matter where I look.
Anyone believe in ghosts? That those little orbs you see in pictures sometimes might be ghosts? I took a few photos of my room, using different settings on my camera. Yes, I was trying to become a better photographer. No, it didn’t work. BUT, the same shot using two different settings gave me an orb in one and not the other photo. Does that mean ghosts only show up on certain settings? Or that they aren’t ghosts? (Orb is on the far left, near the vases.)
My room overlooks the pools and gardens…
…and the mountains.
My coworker, who you may know as FMV 10″ Cap from his comments here, is unbelievably awesome to travel with. We work very well together. After all the rushing around to even get ourselves to Vegas, we decided to treat ourselves to a tasty and reasonably priced dinner. Yummm!
(my seared tuna)
(FMV’s salmon) 
(steak w/roasted garlic for FMV’s brother)
The comfy ride to the hotel took us past a place that I had to photograph for Dave:
While I might not be a gambler, I am certain to have a great time here. This city has so much to offer. I’m hoping to get the opportunity to see “O” and will probably pass out from sheer joy if I do score tickets. The trade show I am here for lasts eight hours a day so I’ll be physically drained, but this trip should still be fun.
The first time I was in Vegas I was deathly ill. Yet it was that year that I met people who have made a tremendous impact on my life. And it was without a doubt the best time I will ever have in this city. 
Denver was wonderful. We had such a terrific time that I want to go back for a vacation and fun, although I would jump at the chance to return for business again. Unfortunately I had to leave entirely too quickly. Like “the show was not quite over and I was already tearing down the booth so that I could rush to the airport in an effort not to miss the flight to Vegas” kinda quick. Didn’t have any time to show you guys the other photos I snapped.
For example, there was a damn fine dinner party at Earl’s the last night.
Earl’s bathroom doors made me smile.
I love that Earl’s was cool enough to let us fuck with their gorilla.
When being in high heels for entirely too long got to me, a pedicab came to my rescue.
While in Denver I was reminded of friends (Hilly cracks me up when she says Mama).
I felt bad for the Broncos fans because this is what they have to choose from:
Even worse, the footwear offered:
The last Guts game…
…was broken up by hotel security who threw us out. Gambling is bad, apparently.
We refused to leave, instead moving to stupid games in the lobby bar that had closed hours earlier.
Sometime after 4 AM a few of us decided to go for breakfast at the Denver Diner.
I was craving French toast, bacon and OJ.
The guy from Texas needed biscuits and gravy. God bless Texas!
There are more photos, but I am uncomfortable posting them because company logos are easily identifiable. Don’t want folks upset that they can be tracked down, or mad that they made their company look less than wholesome on film. Especially the photos of the drunk guy who lost his shoes. hehe
Anyhow, don’t forget that no matter what, you need to love yourself.
Hi. I am in Denver working a trade show. The boys at this show are terrific. They take care of me and make sure I am safe. Even when at 3 AM they game of Guts turns into Strip Guts. At least it got me a few participants in HNT. hehe
The truly unbelievable part of this is that one of the biggest companies at this show is the host of the hospitality room where Guts is played and I am fairly certain that my staying up all night playing cards with the boys just lead to me landing their account. Even though I kissed a bald guy on the head, went to the bar to purchase four Ketel One and tonics because they only served beer (sometimes I get thirsty), loudly called one of their best salesmen a whore, had their national sales manager take his shirt off and had them popping their tops for you. Business is funny stuff.
Breast cancer, however, is not funny in any way. October is breast cancer awareness month.
If you are looking for other HNT participants, head over to see Os and click his comments. Participants leave their links there. Leave me a little comment love here.
I have always wanted to come to Denver. Man, this town is full of kind people. Lots of homeless people, but I really think that is because the town is so nice.
Unfortunately I have to work a bunch, but part of working was searching for where to purchase a cheap putter for our trade show golf game. Lots of walking brought us past places we never would have found otherwise.
(Yay, breast cancer support on two important buildings!)
And of course, for Dave… 
Fuck. I don’t have time for pretty formatting. Game of guts is waiting for me. More tomorrow. And hopefully it will be a HNT photo. Or several!
(Hope yinz like drunk blogging because I have no other time to do it. Forgive me if I didn’t spell everything right. xoxo)
I leave Tuesday for Denver, then Vegas. Travel for work is so much fun, but damned exhausting. I tend to party with the boys all night and work the trade show all day which leaves little time to sleep. These two shows are pretty important so I need to be on top of my “Trade Show Becky” game.
Speaking of games, the first show I am working has a group of guys who play cards all night long. They get a suite at the hotel, then move all the furniture out and bring in long folding tables. “Guts” is a three card game which has simple rules that even I could follow. Starts off innocently enough, but the next thing I know I have gallons of beer in my belly and I think my hand can’t possibly lose. So I charge forward and keep playing. Even though I get mad when I find out someone lied bluffed. I keep playing, watching all my money disappear. And then, miraculously, after three nights of card play I have more money than when I started. The trade show is over, I haven’t prostituted my body, yet somehow I come out ahead financially playing the addictive game of Guts.
Ok, we should be realistic here. Guts is fun to play and all, but everyone here knows it is the fact that I am in a room filled with testosterone that makes me a happy girl. I’m sort of flirting with half the guys in the room, they help me to not lose every round, plus the guys fetch me free beer and make me laugh. It is like someone asked “How can we make Becky happy” and then went into my brain to find what would please me.
As much as I say I hate gambling, I really think I hate casinos because I will stay up all night and play cards with this crowd. On Friday I will fly to Vegas for a different show and not spend so much as a dime gambling. No slots, no cards, no craps, no roulette. Nuttin.
Although I will flirt with the cute guys.
I just want to start with a gigantic thank you to the lovely Sybil Law for this:
Way cool of Sybil to bestow such an award on me. Thanks, pretty lady! I’m looking forward to drinking entirely too much with you. Soon! Even if you do like Cincinnati football coz you are related to a cheerleader, Sybil you are more than alright.
Speaking of Bungles cheerleaders, I sorta got in a fight with them last year at a trade show. A company hired several to smile and sign autographs on the show floor. I was walking around towards the end of the first day, cold bottle of water in my Steelers beer coozie, looking for a friend who worked at the same company who hired the cheerleaders. Ignoring the women, I asked for the friend. Someone asked if I wanted to get my photo taken with the cheerleaders and I laughed out loud, recovered and said, “No thank you.”
Seems they didn’t appreciate my gut reaction to not care about them. They had the audacity to start babbling some crap about the Steelers coozie in my hand and kept trying to give me crap because Pittsburgh doesn’t have cheerleaders. I whipped around and barked something along the lines of, “We don’t need cheerleaders because we can actually play football, bitch. Steelers are four and one, how are those Bungles of yours? Try one and four. Yeah, you wanna talk football or short skirts?”
The guys kept me away from the Cincinnati cheerleaders after that.
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She was totally rocking the black widow spiders.
