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Tuesday, December 10, 2002
I'm baaaaack.
I had a nice vacation. I went to Phoenix for Thanksgiving, and had a lovely time with my family, even though I was feeling hella shitty. That's right. Hella. I had a raging fever for 4 days. It didn't develop into any type of illness, though. My body is kind of freakish like that sometimes. I'll just have a fever for a few days and then I won't get sick. Either my body is really kickass at fighting off potential infections or my temperature gauge is broken kind of like that old Chevy 454SS pickup I had a few years back. Fucker was always overheating. Too bad I can't just pop open my hood and throw in a $9 part and be done with it like I did with my truck.
After I stopped being warm I packed up my woman and went to Vegas. Ahh, sweet, sweet Vegas. Oh, how I love thee. I had a pretty good time. Spending a shitload of money is fun. The hotel wasn't very expensive, but when I go to Vegas I tend to avoid the buffets because some of them are really scary. I don't want to eat a mountain of scrambled eggs that are glistening with 3-hour-old grease. The good buffets cost as much as a regular meal, and I'd just rather sit down to a regular meal. Fortunately we were staying in New York-New York, which has some pretty decent restaurants. We ate at the only famous New York steakhouse that I'd never eaten at when I lived in New York. It was pretty good, but it ain't no Ruth's Chris. While we were there I made Liz go on the Star Trek Experience in the Star Trek Hilton. Twice. She's a damn good sport and I think she's swell even though she wears her hair like a Romulan.
I also picked up some new swag from Coach while I was there. I figured I should leave Vegas with something to show for it instead of just spending it all on gambling, booze, and hookers. On the way out of town we stopped in Primm and did a little gambling at Whiskey Pete's ghetto white trash style casino. Then we went across the street to the outlet mall, which had a ton of really kickass stuff, especially in the Neiman Marcus outlet. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that we stopped there on our way back, because I was pretty much out of money by then, and if I'd had cash in my pocket it would have leaped right into that saleslady's hand in exchange for a really beautiful Armani skirt. It would have been better than spending it on the aforementioned gambling, booze, and hookers... or would it?
We wrapped up my vacation debauchery week by getting good and drunk and going to our friendly neighborhood all-nude strip club. It's really fun to go to a strip club when you're a girl, especially if you are at all bi or gay. The naked ladies love the ladies, and they will put their hands and boobs and asses places that would cause most guys to explode in their pants. All in all, I had a really fine vacation, and a very good time completely jacking up my chances for that whole getting into heaven gig. I'm sure I'll see a few of you in the 'other place'. I'll bring the hookers.
babbled by Kat @ 11:13:00 AM |
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