There are a few perks that come along with being a blogger. Health insurance is not one of them. Nor is having a reason to shower every day.
But every once in a while I am reminded that I am not a smelly hermit, but a lovely lady with some lovely lady humps. I was recently reminded of this fact when asked to represent Hooksexup on a promotional trip to Vegas that begins very shortly.
Hosted by Thrillist and JetBlue, the trip is celebrating the launch of Thrillist's Las Vegas edition.
Don't know what Thrillist is? Neither did we. Apparently it's a newsletter with lots of good stuff for men. (See? Promotional trip already working.)
Anyway, they wanted someone with a vajayjay to attend so I, Scanner Emily, am the chosen one — much to the disappointment of my bepenised co-workers. In just a few hours I'll be jetted off to a liquor-fueled "epic 36-hour party." It's possible the plane will actually be fueled by liquor, too.
I have never been to Vegas, nor would I ever spend a penny of my own money to go, so this should be interesting, to say the least. I'll probably let myself spend $20 on the slot machines, then sit around card games trying to look interested while downing the free booze.
Because I love my computer too much to subject it to such shenanigans, I'll not be blogging from Vegas. However, I do want to make my co-workers really jealous and have some record of the experience if I happen to drink too much and black out. My only options were to either tape a camera inside my very minimal cleavage or set up a twitter account. I have very reluctantly done the latter.
If the posts start to get a little slurred and then fade to nothing, keep your fingers crossed I'm sleeping with a hooker. Just kidding! Maybe!
[Twitter: Scanner Emily, Live From Las Vegas]