I'm Back, But Sick
Had a nice couple of relaxing days in Las Vegas. We were originally scheduled to stay at the Monte Carlo, but because of the fire they had there a few weeks ago, they hadn't reopened by Thursday (I think they did on Friday), so they bounced us over to the superior Mandalay Bay for the same price.
It was too cold to hit the pool (or the lazy river, sigh), but we gambled some, ate too much, and laid around a lot. Not bad.
But giving the lie to things staying in Vegas, I brought back some sort of cold/flu thing with me. I'm coughing like your grandma who smoked for 70 years, and I sound like her too.
Normally I'd just curl up and go to bed early, but I have to go to my screenwriting group tonight, because I have more pages up, and I'm also giving out scripts to actors for my full read of my low-budget thriller next week.
Hopefully I won't cough on anyone's face. Embarrassing.
As for the weekend, Jumper won handily, while people were less interested in The Spiderwick movie and more-interested in Step Up, which both did about $19 million from Friday through Sunday.
Excuse me. I have to go hack up a lung.