Where's Ernie's Head?

Caught in a whirlwind, a tornado, of activity in Vegas. This town is mad-crazy, with fashion that can be downright disgusting and touristy to painstakingly inspiring and attractive.

I've been so impressed with some of the younger Asians walking around with their iphones. Especially the Japanese. They wear their clothes so well, and accessorize it beautifully hard with bags from Prada to chunky jewelry from Barney's. Hairstyles so fresh and clean they probably woke up that way.

Back to Ernie's head...sorry for the lack of updates, it's all due to a lack of a laptop as the computer got stuck in a locked-up briefcase.

In a previous blog, I wrote "I'm ready for fall." I'm ready for the festivities, but not the colder weather. Some of the air conditioning in this town is so severely cold that I shimmy like Jello.

I miss my dog. I miss clean clothes. I miss not smelling like a rundown poker room with walls that wreaking of nicotene. But hey, it's Vegas. What happens here, stays here.

Thank goodness.