Mile High

Posted by Lucy on 26 October 2009 | 2 Comments

Tags: Los Angeles Dating, Las Vegas

It's Friday and it's time to get high...in the sky to Vegas, that is! I had to pinch myself this morning when I my blackberry woke me with a reminder: "Vegas with Matt." Truth be told, I didn't need a reminder; I looked forward to this moment all week. Also, since I got dissed by Brad the Clooney last night for the double date (no, I'm not bitter), Vegas is the perfect dating palate cleanse and the opportunity I needed to get to know Matt a little better.

After I escaped from work a bit early thanks to my Emmy award winning cough, I trekked it to Burbank airport where Matt and our chariot awaited. Okay...so maybe it wasn't a chariot, but a girl can dream, can't she?

My 1 hour car drive to go 22 miles (gotta love L.A. Traffic) gave me plenty of time to glue on my fake eyelashes and call Jayelle. After getting through the preliminary convo ("Did anyone ask if I was really sick?"; "Did our boss come looking for me"), we got to the nitty-gritty.

"Are you going to hook up" she asked.

"Um, what do you mean?"

She clarified her question, "have sex, crazy. What else!"

"No, we're still getting to know each other. Plus, Matt is a gent! He won't do that." Famous last words, I know.

"Yeah, right. Slut!" With that, we broke into raucous laughter just when I arrived at the airport.

Speaking of which, remember that chariot joke above? Well, it turned out that Matt did have a chariot (read: private jet chartered by his company).

"Sorry, I didn't tell you, but, I hope you packed light," he said with a confident swagger.

Trying to act unimpressed (wouldn't want him to think I was f'in over the moon or anything), I said "of course, I always pack light," and handed him my DVF doctor bag.

He said he was impressed by my light packing because his last girlfriend was "high maintenance."
Wait - did he say girlfriend? Does he think I am of girlfriend caliber? Are we dating?

Before I could answer these burning questions (and finish my first mimosa...gotta love private), I realized that the rest of my non-overhead-sized- rolling-luggage set was in my car! There was no turning back because they just closed the doors. Plus, I didn't want to ruin my chances for beating out past girlfriends for the title of lightest packer. It would break Straight Edge Matt's little heart! Who needs a toothbrush or razor anyway-the Wynn resort should have those things, right?

With that, we took off into the sky.