Our family is heading to Boston tomorrow to visit relatives. I have a prediction that I just might return with some blog material. You never know who you'll meet on the plane or what freaky sites you might see on the streets of a big city. I will NEVER forget visiting Boston several years ago. My brother and I were in Harvard square. I looked across the street just in time to see a bum with a humongous beer belly projectile vomit all over the stairs leading down to the subway.

Another recent travel escapade was when Erika and I visited Las Vegas last month. We decided to get a substantial drink at the Mirage hotel bar before starting our gambling for the evening. While I downed a dirty martini the size of a fish bowl, Erika kept calling over "Jose" the bartender to give her more shots of tequila. We began talking to some hoodlum from L.A., Chris, and his gangster friend, "Six." We finished our drinks and in my martini-haze I gave out Erika's phone number to Chris. At the time, this seemed completely hilarious to me.

You have to understand, Erika and I travel to Vegas one or two times a year together. We are very protective of each other and always stick together. For me to give our her number was a complete change in character for me and a no-no in the friendship department. On our way to the casino I was rolling with laughter telling Erika that I gave out her number. She kept staring at me silently, as if to say "how could you?" I take it back - she wasn't silent. She yelled, "How could you???"

I failed to mention a little detail. In my drunken stupor I had asked Chris, "So, have you ever done a threesome?". I threw this into the conversation not because I wanted to do a threesome with Chris and Erika (Egads! I love Erika, but the combination of doing my best friend and some gangsta doesn't appeal). I like to be provocative especially when I am drunk. I get a thrill from shocking people. So you can only imagine that when I gave Chris Erika's number he thought FOR SURE he was going to get a little menage-a-trois action later that night. So he kept a-callin' and callin'. BTW, Chris had done a threesome before. Big shocker. He called at 11:30 p.m., 1:30 a.m., 3:30 a.m.....

So skipping ahead twelve hours after a long night of losing at playing blackjack - I am sick as a dog. Hanging with the porcelain. I had a raging headache. I reached in my toiletry bag for some Advil. It made me sicker. Later on when I was actually able to walk I saw the Advil wrapper on the table. I had taken Advil PM. Jesus. Just what my early morning hangover needed. And, no, we never saw Chris again.

So let's hope I can return with some material. No threesomes, I promise.