It's the National Cougar Convention and it's being held here.
I know what you're thinking. Obviously, I'm not a cougar. I am however, covering the weird and stupid beat for various websites, so here I am!
Thus far, I've checked in, gotten a manicure and watched "Locked Up Abroad" on the National Geographic Channel while eating beef jerky. I think I shall head down to the pool and observe and early arrivals stalking their prey in their Slimsuits. Since my friends were all too chicken (or too busy with real, actual social lives), I have to get dinner by myself at Trader Vic's. I will be dolled up and walking into this restaurant requesting a table for one in the middle of a Cougar Convention.
Which is weird, since I already thought I hit my rock bottom.
Obviously, there is much more to come.
Wish me luck...