It's teacher appreciation week here in Clark County.  I got some free tickets to Vegas: the Show at Planet Hollywood.  Although there's no real nudity or sexual content, it's a 21 and up show.  Since I couldn't take my daughter, I asked Lisa to go.

It was a 7:00 show and we had to get there a little early to get the gratis tickets, I had to leave to pick up Lisa at 5:20.  My wife wasn't home yet.  I was looking good and left on time, so I texted my wife that the kids had a snack, but hadn't been fed a proper meal.  I picked up the kids from my mother-in-law's house at about 10:30.  On the way home, it was reported to me that neither of them had been fed dinner.  My daughter said my troll-wife went straight upstairs and took almost three hours to get ready for whatever the fuck it is that she does all weekend.  She didn't even drop them off at my mother-in-law's house until 9:30 or so.  My son fell asleep at 11:00 while eating his dinner.  My daughter cried a lot and said that it's hard for her to talk and that she's afraid that she's becoming mute.

In an effort to make sure my night would suck, on my way to pick up Lisa, my wife called me and said she served me divorce papers and that she's asking for full custody of my kids. 

Lisa looked great.  She's six or seven years older than my wife and her body is better.  She has fantastic legs and a rack of boobs that make you do a double take.  We got to the check in for tickets and I received a free goody bag of teacher shit (including candy).  Lisa bought the pre-show drinks.  I had a Booker's on the rocks and she had a glass of wine.  I felt bad for ordering a $10 glass of bourbon, but when I did it, I was expecting to pay.

The show was a second tier type show, but totally worth it for free.  It's kind of a variety show that has a representative act from each era of Vegas history.  The performers weren't impersonators in that they looked like the people they were mimicking, but they sang and sounded like them.  For example, the Sonny and Cher act was spot on, but the Sonny Bono guy was black.  It was hilarious.  "Cher, how come everybody is staring at me?  Is it my new haircut?"

We had a good time.  Afterwards, I tried to introduce her to new food again.  We went to the Vegas China town (which has almost no Chinese in it) and I took her to Pho Kim Long, a Vietnamese place.  I ordered for her.  I got soft spring rolls in peanut sauce as an appetizer.  I ordered the Pho with rare steak for myself and the Bun with char broiled shrimp and egg rolls for her (I steered her clear of the fish sauce, it's an acquired taste).  Once again, she wasn't really into it.  Maybe I'll try Indian food next time we go out.  Origin India here in Vegas is one of the best Indian places I've been to.

(That last picture isn't from the restaurant.  We had hot tea, not pink lemonade.  It's just the only good picture of her dish I could find.)

I took her some and met her neurotic foreclosure dog that she adopted, her daughter, and her daughter's boyfriend. 

Despite my legendary libido, I still feel no sense of urgency to close the deal with her.  I'm just enjoying her company and taking it slow.  Our kiss at the end of the night was a little less chaste than our last, but nothing randy.

I've got some free comedy club tickets coming.  Maybe I'll ask her to go out there next week.