Vegas, Baby

I was writing a long post about Vegas but it just wasn't going the way I liked it. Here is a brief capsulization

My roommate Gerald lost $1,000 in the first hour and a half we were there and may have made some of that back up by the end.

We had to help the bachelor, Jeff back to his room twice. Once Saturday about 4 PM, then again about 4 AM. At least he spread it out 12 hours.

Vegas topless clubs are fun after all. Apparently I just didn't like LA strip clubs, been so long since I been there not even sure why I didn't like them. Cesar and John asked me if I was going to sign over my Saturn to one of the dancers. The way that Saturn is running, I've heard worse ideas.

Gerald had a dancer at Cheetah's who had drank too much curl up in his lap and fall asleep. He was moistly asleep too so it was quite the Kodak moment. At least he can now claim he slept with a Stripper in Vegas.

I got propositioned by a pro in the lobby of the Flamingo. Message to all professional sex workers, make sure you have waxed all of your moustache line. Whiskers on kittens and not whiskers on hookers are one of our favorite things. Ho'staches are just not good.

Finally, driving back from Vegas on a Sunday is as bad as I thought it would be