Tuesday, July 26, 2011


Two sleeps 'til Roller Con.  In Vegas. 

Where I can breathe nothing but roller derby for four days and three nights (and maybe a little casino smoke).  Yes, that is a good thing.  For me, anyway.

Unlike last week's camp adventure, I will not forget my toothbrush this week.  Or deodorant.  Or a razor.  I already put them in the suitcase.  With panties.  And socks.  And the hooker-ish dress I bought to wear to the Black and Blue Ball (it's perfect for a derby ball).  I should be all set.  

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