Dead Monkeys and Martini’s

I recently had the opportunity to travel to Las Vegas for business. I spent a week of long hard days on the tradeshow and even longer nights on the dance floor. I tapped into resources of energy I didn’t even realize I had. For the first time in my adult life I partied like the 20-somethinger I am. It was so much fun and it lit a torch under my behind to remember that I am still young, hot and this world is full of untapped potential. Now I mention my trip as I discovered on this trip a love for something called the Key Lime Martini. Now for those of you who have not yet met this confectioner’s dream, picture if you will Key Lime pie in a drink that makes you tipsy. It has key lime liquor, vanilla vodka and a graham cracker rim…hmmmhhmmm. This martini (girlie drink and all) marked for me a turning point in my life. I have never had a taste for hard liquor and have glanced enviously at friends and family as they did scotch on the rocks or whiskey straight up or even more recently something as simple as a cosmos. I am simply put a girlie drink drunk. Being able to order something with vodka in it has filled me with pride.

Now is the time in my blog where I tell the worst joke ever given to me…you ready for this one…seriously...don’t say I didn’t warn you…
Why did the monkey fall out of the tree
Cause it was dead
Why did the 2nd monkey fall out of the tree
Cause it was dead
Now, why did the 3rd monkey fall out of the tree
Peer Pressure

This was a joke given to me by a man who was attempting to take me out…as I told him
Dead monkeys do not impress!