I was out for coffee with my friend Marie. She's one of the girls who works at the occult store here in town. And she's been trying to talk me into going with her to this convention in the fall in the states. I've been reluctant because, well that's just me. Anyways, Vegas was brought up again. While we were talking, she got a message via twitter from The Guy In Vegas, once again asking her to come out there. Now, she's shown me his photo before, but he was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap. So didn't recognize him. Then she showed me the twitter message, and the video attached pointing him out.
Me-:"Oh my god! He's The Guy In Vegas?"
Marie-:"Yeah, why?"
Me-:"You never told me HE's the guy!" the guy - her guy, is infamous in the occult world and works for one of those reality tv shows. And dude, I've had a crush on this guy myself after seeing him in a documentary few years back. They met few years ago at one of these conventions. Needless to say, my mouth fell open and I think I started to drool even. "Damn! What is stopping you from flying out there right now?"
Marie-:"Flying. I hate flying." hence why she really wants someone to go with her. She needs to have someone pry her full of alcohol and keep her from jumping out of the plane to her death.
Me-:"Then take a bus. You need to go and like marry this dude. Now!"
Marie-:"I'll go if you go with me."
Me-:"You do realize the second you hook up with this guy you're going to want to stay there."
Marie-:"No I won't."
Me-:"Yes you will."
Marie-:"Yes I will." she went five shades of red in about two seconds. "So you'll go with me?"
Me-:"Maybe."
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