Behold my sexy Vegas face.
Behold my sexy Vegas face.
Jackson and I are going to make some money this weekend!
Met up with my patient for a sunrise stroll. Started my morning with noms and it’s just been an all around good day. Just a couple more appointments and I’ll be out of here- and probably early. This is the right way to start the week!
Not yet, but now it’s definitely going on my list of things to have before I die.
Lame as it sounds, I try not to have shirts that’ve got explicit shit on ‘em. I don’t wanna be that guy walking around in a TapOut shirt, causing mothers to cover their kids ears because I’m that vulgar.
Recreational therapy? I’ve heard of that. Even thought of trying it once, but it never really took off; guess that’s what happens when you try to take a suicidal guy skydiving.
Fuck all those pickup lines, though. I’ve got a buddy named Noah who can’t go out without someone saying “So do you have an arc, heh-heh?” I’d tell you to pretend that you’re a Jehova’s Witness but… that doesn’t work with those kinds of jokes.
Well, Nathan, I’ll keep an eye out for a non-offensive anti-math shirt for you. I can’t say I know what a tapout shirt is though.
It’s a tricky career choice. I mean, you’re right in that sense- absolutely no activities with death as a choice. I do marathons, surfing, skating. I try the method of “learn a new activity/skillset”. Paint balling and laser tag have been a particular success with my teens and I’m going LARPing at the end of the month.
Poor Noah! Biblical come-ons should be a crime. I’m yeah… I think my humor is more in the realm of sarcasm.
Ah. As long as we don’t get stuck up there and have to Hangover that shit. Next weekend? I got stuff to do this week.
We can stick something there, a shoe or rock. We’ll be fine- you can totally take a door down. Sounds like a plan. I’m so fucking tired I’m going to get naked, take a shower, and collapse on the couch for the rest of the weekend. I’ll look at hotels and shit at some point…I’m a bratchild and as this was my ideas I’ll take no objections to it being on me, Mr. Tourguide.
Is it bad that I plan on picking a hotel with the best room service because I could eat non-stop and still be hungry?
It’s true! They move so fast, they terrify me. One of these days Lachlan is going to get a call telling him to come home and save me from the terrifying beast. They love my apartment too, for some reason!
I think that you should just get the spider killing spray… or I’ll come save you.
Oh, god no… Fuck math.
I’m a therapist at Turning Point. It’s got surprisingly little to do with math.
What is it you do, Juliette? I’m gonna refrain from making the obvious Shakespeare joke here because I’m sure you’ve heard it a thousand fuckin’ times.
Hahahaha! That’s fantastic. Do you have a “fuck math” shirt?
I’m a psychiatrist. I specialized in recreational therapy. I’ve referred a patient to Turning Point once but I haven’t been here long so I’m guessing that’s why we haven’t met. My job does involve math though. Whompwhomp.
I do hear the Shakespeare jokes or pick up lines a lot but I was named after my grandmother not. I just try to remember that sometimes people can’t help themselves.
You alright Julie?
Yeah, of course. It’s just January. I pulled an all-nighter doing paperwork and fell asleep taking the bus to where I was supposed to meet a patient- except I got on the wrong bus and fell asleep and woke up in Vegas. It’s just an off week. I’m glad it’s over.
Me take you? Well I… Fine. I will. American tour guide and drinking companion I can do, but what’s night time scenery?
Good. Night time scenery… how about we roll with you don’t seem like the kind of person afraid of sneaking onto the hotel ceiling for a good view? When do you want to get the hell outta dodge or whatever it is you Americans say?
Magic? Oh, hon. It’s not magic… it’s testosterone.
And I’m Nate; Nathan if you wanna be technical.
It’s magic. Totally magic. Testosterone can’t make anything that magnificent. Nice to make your acquaintance Nathan the technical. Are you a mathematician or something?
You should. Soon. It’s fun for a weekend.
Then you take me. I like to think I’m fun all the time. Be my American tour guide, drinking companion, and night time scenery…unless you’re worried I’ll kick you ass in poker.
It’s a belated Christmas miracle!
Yup, this is just a motivator.
It’s Friday, I think I needed this weekend…just need to make it one more hour. What are you other people up to?
That moment when you realize you not only got on the wrong bus but that you fell asleep…and are now in Vegas.