As was customary, I paid the boys and Camille each twenty bucks to pass out a box full of flyers on the Strip. But this year, I also asked everyone to dress up in the costume of their choice. I preferred to have my face covered during such shameful promotion, so I got Dax and me Hello Kitty costumes on clearance. We waited for my friends at Ceasar’s valet. Within five minutes, Dax already had two toddlers hug his leg. One even screamed and begged for a picture. “Are you sure you didn’t get me this costume because you’re embarrassed of me?” I patted his paw. “No. That’s totally why I got you the costume. Plus, what if my parents stopped by—” “I know.” Dax did an exaggerated head shake. “You are going to tell them though, right? This is getting old, Holly. You can come to my house now, I want to go to yours. I want to be normal with you.” “We are normal.” “Really?” Dax motioned to his costume. “Even for Vegas, this isn’t normal.” It would take a lot of time before I was ready to show Dax The Space.
