Procrastinating

So I'm leaving for SF tomorrow. I don't have my hotel booked. I'm not packed. I am dying my hair an seemingly unoccuring color in nature (why do I pick hair dye after Happy Hour?)

But am I worried that I have to be up for a 7am flight? NAH!

Let me post pictures of the Lions at MGM Grand. Funny note about them: they commute in. I envision a lion carpool sitting in traffic. I wonder what lions drive?

I call this series "Waiting for a German to snack on" (sorry Sibille, but you know how lions like to eat Germans... or is it magicians? I can think of one visiting German I wouldn't mind seeing in the pit!)