Dear Tigger,

Meow meow! I miss you so much! Do you miss me? I hope that Dad and Sharon are being good to you. I will be home soon, Tiggy! Probably before you get this postcard! Dawn sends her love (well, she didn't say that she sends her love, but I'm sure that she does). Meow!

Love, Mary Anne

Our last day in Vegas! I've already cried three times this morning. It will be so sad to leave. We've had a wonderful time. Logan and I have sure had our difficult moments, though.

Today we planned to spend our last afternoon in Vegas doing some last-minute shopping and sightseeing. I couldn't wait! Vegas could be such a romantic city. I know that's hard to believe, because it can also be a hectic and overwhelming city, but it definitely has its good points, and when I was with Logan, it was romantic.

We had planned to meet in the lobby of the Bellagio, which was one of the few hotels that we hadn't really explored yet. According to one of my guidebooks, it's the most expensive hotel in Las Vegas, and also one of the biggest, with 3,025 rooms! The book said that the hotel is the "definition of luxury." Well, we couldn't miss that! And I was so glad that Logan agreed to go with me, because when I started reading about all of the Bellagio's amenities to Kristy, she just rolled her eyes and mumbled something about keeping an eye on Nannie. (Nannie? Shouldn't she be watching the kids? Maybe Kristy had had another one of her Great Ideas, and was going to expand the BSC to start taking care of grandparents.)

I arrived at the hotel a little bit earlier than Logan and I had planned, so I could sit in the lobby and soak up some of the atmosphere while I wrote my final postcards. The Bellagio really did live up to its expectations. There was a huge, beautiful water feature outside with water jets that moved and sprayed along with music. (See? Romantic!) The lobby was massive and extravagantly decorated. I found a nice seat with a good view of the casino entryway so I could do a bit of people watching while I waited. I love people watching, though not as much as Mallory seems to.

I had been sitting there for about 15 minutes when I spotted Alan Gray. Ugh. I really didn't want him hanging around with Logan and me during our last day in Vegas. My first instinct was to hide, but I was sitting on of those round hotel lobby seats, and I would have felt kind of silly scooting around and around as he walked by. So I just looked down, pretending to be engrossed in my postcard-writing.

"Hey, Mary Anne." I looked up, and there he was. Sigh. I kind of wanted to tell him to leave, but I didn't want to be rude. "What's up?" I asked tentatively. He sat down next to me. "I'm here to...hey, what are you doing? Writing postcards? Are you aware that we're going home tomorrow?" I blushed. I'm always doing that. He looked over my shoulder. "You're writing to your CAT? Bwa! What a feeb! Meow!" Now this was the Alan Gray I was used to. "What do you want, Alan?" I asked him, glaring. He brought his laugh down to a snicker and cleared his throat. "Ahem. Sorry," he said. "Hey, isn't that..." he looked across the lobby and pointed.

There was Logan. I waved, but he was pretty far across the room so he didn't see me. But he did see the pretty blonde woman in the tight dress that came right up to him and kissed him! My jaw dropped. "What? What's wrong?" Alan asked. I pointed to Logan and Alan followed my shaking finger with his eyes. "Logan's kissing that girl!" I cried. "Oh. Whoa..." he said softly. Logan and the girl kissed again. What was he doing? He knew that he was supposed to meet me here. Was he hoping that I would see him here with this person? Was he trying to get back at me for being mad at him all week? Well, if I wasn't mad then, I was certainly mad now!

"Hey Mary Anne, are you okay?" Alan tentatively put his hand on my shoulder. I asked Alan if Logan had said anything to him about another girl, or getting revenge on me. "No, not at all. Logan's usually pretty cool. I wouldn't expect him to do anything like this! Now I think he's a loser." I smiled in spite of myself. "Thanks, Alan." He started hamming it up, trying to cheer me up. "Yeah, a total loser. A feeb. You can do better than him. Seriously, look at that shirt. Who wears a shirt like that? That shirt is ug-lee. It's fugly. It is a Shirt of Fug. And that accent? Who talks like that? I bet it's fake." I started to laugh. "Stop it," I chuckled and sniffled. "I'm supposed to be upset, Alan, stop making me laugh!" I did feel better, though. "Thanks for being here," I told him gratefully.

I looked over toward the casino. Logan and the girl were still there, arms around each other, watching an old lady play the slot machine. Something inside me snapped. Why was I just sitting here? I was angry. I couldn't believe that Logan would do this to me. I was angry and humiliated, and I was not just going to sit there and take it. I got up and stormed across the lobby toward Logan and the girl. I was so upset that I wasn't even embarrassed about making a scene. "How could you do this to me, after all we've been through? In front of everybody? I thought we had made up and then you show up with this girl? Where we're supposed to meet?!? So you know I'll see you?" I started shouting. "Well, we are definitely over, now! And you've ruined Las Vegas for me! I hope you're happy! You're a horrible person...and...and...your shirt is...fugly!" He finally turned around at my last remark, and I found myself face to face with...Cam Geary? I nearly fainted. "Excuse me? What did you say about my shirt?" he asked, looking a little angry and confused. The blonde in the tight dress tossed her hair and looked me up and down. "So who is this one, Cam?" she asked him pointedly. I stood there, speechless.

Logan (the real Logan) came across the lobby at that point and put his arm around me. "Hey, Mary Anne, sorry I'm a little late," he said, kissing me on the cheek. "Who are you talking...hey, you're Cam Geary! My girlfriend here is a big fan of yours! Did you get his autograph, Mary Anne?" I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "You better keep a little better leash on your girlfriend, there, dude," Cam said coolly, adjusting the collar of his shirt. He turned on his heel and went to chase after the blonde, who had stalked off.

"What was that about?" Logan asked, confused. Alan Gray came over at that point, laughing and laughing. "Ha! That was priceless! You just told off Cam Geary! The movie star! That was awesome!" He had tears rolling down his cheeks. I gasped. "Alan! Did you...did you know that wasn't Logan? Did you know that was Cam Geary?!? And you didn't tell me?" He nodded helplessly. "I don't think you were going to go over there and, you know, insult his shirt and stuff. I was just having some fun with you. I actually came here this afternoon to let you know that Logan would be late, and Cam Geary showed up and you thought..." he dissolved into giggles again. "Alan Gray, you are the most obnoxious jerk ever to darken the halls of Stoneybrook Middle School!" I snarled at him. He was doubled over, cackling, tears rolling down his cheeks. I looked at Logan, who was trying to hide a smile, too. "Logan!" I cried. "Well, Mary Anne, come on. It is kind of funny, when you think about it. I mean, you love Cam Geary, and now you've yelled at him in public and possibly made his girlfriend dump him." He began to laugh, and so did I, in spite of myself. I had made a big fool of myself, but happily, Logan was still a good guy, and he made me feel better about my silliness. "I'm flattered that you see such a resemblance between us, though," he said to me, smiling. I smiled back. "I don't see any resemblance anymore," I said, putting my arms around his neck. "You're much better and nicer...and I love your shirt." He gave me a quick kiss. "Now let's forget about all this and spend our last day in Vegas together," he said. I nodded. Vegas really is an amazingly romantic city.