Just moved back to Vegas to join the Thunder From Down Under after twenty years of living in the Pacific NW. The producers liked my moves, but my Australian accent wasn't convincing, so I'm stuck working with my clothes on. For now... I'm a total rockstar, but I swear I won't wear the leather pants on our first date. No promises on the leopard-print spandex though. Kevin Costner calls me at home, the Gin Blossoms dance with me at 80s night, and Flava Flav parties with me at airports. I'm convinced that pho can cure any ailment and that few things in this world are greater than freshly laundered sheets or new socks. I believe that chivalry isn't dead - it's ready for a comeback. I have no love for mayonnaise, but sriracha and I are totally cool. Diehard Blazers, Ducks, and Niners fan, but I promise to watch reality TV with you too. Shhh, I secretly like to be the little spoon. Moms think I'm adorable and children say they want to grow up to be me. I'm really quite charming; my grandmother can confirm that.
