Minibars and Sky-High Heels

It's the middle of the night in Las Vegas and light is flooding through the crack in the curtains that cover the giant window in my room. Most of the light is coming from the sign advertising the 'sexiest topless revue' in the city.  It's a bold claim: This is a city filled with revues, the majority of them topless.
It's nice to get away from home, even if it's just for a couple of days. I've started working a second job and it's taking a little while to get used to napping instead of sleeping. Lately I'm either cranky or manic and always tired. Tomorrow and tomorrow after that? I sleep as much as I want, lounge by a pool in the Vegas sun, and wear pretty dresses under bright neon lights.