Last night was so amazingly fun. Thank you to everyone for helping me celebrate. I'm beat. Here's some Rufus Wainwright being helped out by one Miss Helena Bonham Carter. Hot. Hot librarian in fact. Look at you, look at you, look at you. Does your momma know what you're doing?
Here's to you, Las Vegas. I could never stay, but I'll always thank you for loving me first and probably best. There's no memories like Las Vegas memories. They're the same ones from the nineties. They just keep echoing out, amplifying off each other.
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