It's early in Vegas!

Wow, the day started off at about 6:30 AM. I was awake and feeling just fine. I take a hasty shower and iron out some of my crushed clothing from my suitcase. I scan over all the wares in my pockets and on the countertop from last night to make sure nothing went missing. I still had my ID, some of my bankroll, my "Are you a good person?" cartoon, and my credit card. Today is already starting off as a win!

After a quick battle with the shower head and then getting dressed, I sent what I thought would be a hail Mary of a text to Cory to see if he's even conscious at the present hour. To my surprise he was and also ready to go.

The shower head kinda sucked. I showed my appreciation.

My ironing skills are lacking. The ironing board went up to about my thighs, that's all. Damn midgets getting these rooms in Vegas.

"What do you call someone who lies?"

"Have you ever looked at someone with lust?" (duh)

"Well compared to some people, I'm a saint!"

Fremont street was our destination at this early morning hour. It was rather desolate as expected. I quite enjoy having Fremont street mainly to myself and watching the world wake up as the sun rises. In any case, we landed on trying out Dupar's at Golden Gate for breakfast today.

We were seated just inside the doors by the counter. We could see the reflections of all the pastry sugar rush concoctions in an over head display case opposite of the countertop. Within a few minutes our orders were taken. I opted for water, Cory a coffee, and we both added a bloody Mary to the list.

The bloody Mary's came out after a short while and were pretty damn good. They had a nice amount of spice to them and a good amount of kick. Nothing like starting the morning off right! Our orders are taken and I decide on a bacon and avocado omelet, Cory goes for a safe bacon and eggs offering.

When the food is brought out, it was devoured in a matter of moments. Everything was just fine and I believe I even had my water glass re-filled a few times without flagging someone down, or getting it myself (ahem - Flame). As things were wrapping up, I ordered another bloody Mary at the last minute. It was too good to pass up. I charge the meal on my credit card and we wander outside.

Dupars with the desserts in the mirror.

Straight ahead after being seated.

Sonofabitch photo bombers!

A crappy picture of one of the pages in their menu.

Specials anyone?

Lotsa other stuff.

Bloody Mary's and that damn photo bomber!

Drinks for all....

Cory's bacon and eggs.

My bacon omlette.

Behold the caloric carnage!

Final tally when it's all said and done.

A few more people wander in...

She was a lot better than "Flo." Notice the water JUG in her hand?

Just because!

Once breakfast was finished, we wandered into the Plaza just to see how things have changed (if any). It seems to be the trend that nearly every trip we make the poker room is relocated to a different portion of the casino. This time around it's still in the same place much to our surprise. I make a quick restroom stop and Cory's admiring the wall of recent winners. He acutely notes "Bruce" has won two jackpots recently, one for $10,000 and another for $8.000. He must be a local, or a hard core addicticed loyal player. My vote is on the first assumption.

As we wander out, I manage to convince Cory to accompany me on some souvenir shopping for my little ones back home. In the end I get four (child size) shirts, two light up pens (they like artsy stuff) and four small bags of chocolate poker chips, and my total comes out to an astonishing $73.56. Ow. Hope the little bastards like their shirts. (they did). Cory is perusing the merchandise as well, but isn't finding anything that is really screaming his name. We wander into a different souvenir shop downtown and he goes one direction while I peruse another nearing the front of the store. Again, Cory really doesn't find anything that he "must" have so we wander towards the exit. Just before we get at the door, I notice what I figure are some cheap cigarette lighters in the shape of a gun. They're labeled name of "White Lightning" doesn't throw me off, so I eagerly pick one up and give it a brutal squeeze. Oh son of a bitch, if only I had predicted the stupidity of my actions sooner.... That little bastard gave me a nice solid shock about halfway up my forearm. I'll be damned if I didn't fling that sonofabitch of a prank toy at least five feet, shortly followed by a near by clerk giving me the evil eye. I don't think my manly yell of "Yeoooow!" helped my cause. Cory witnessed the incident, and only made me feel better with his laughter and commentary of "you stupid bastard...."

At the last stop on our tour of over priced souvenirs I take the bull by the horns and buy each of us a 24 ounce Bud Light lime can. The total was $5.00 before tax, so it didn't seem like a horrible deal. We crack 'em open, and continue on our way. Our next stop was the El Cortez barber shop for some early morning shaves. We figured the number of people waiting would still be light, and we'd be able to get in and out quickly. As we're walking up the stairs to the 2nd story of the El Cortez, I nonchalantly throw away my now empty two beer can. Cory still has about three-fourths of his left (amateur!).

We walk inside and pleasantly see that there's only one individual in front of us getting his hair trimmed. After seating ourselves, I begin to scan over the magazine selections and note that yes, in fact, the El Cortez does indeed have Playboy magazines for their waiting patrons. I flip through a few pages while we wait our turns.

Still not much happening on Fremont street....

Cheers. Let's get this party started!

"Cory, do you like Playboy magazines?"

Their awesome TV at the El Cortez barber shop.

Don't bring big bills!

Hello....lovely!

"Eh, she's okay, I guess...."

"OH My God, are those her kidneys!?"

Some jokes for your next party. (you're welcome)

I think this WOULD get some ratings on the Food Network!

What seemed like an hour later the barber finally finishes the hair cut before us. I manage to convince Cory I should be the first shave of the day and he doesn't argue too much. I'm seated and we begin the process. The towel wasn't very hot or warm for that matter. It didn't have all the perks like the scent of citrus the high end barber shops offer, but it got things underway. Foam was liberally added around my face and the gentle tickle of a razor gliding across my skin was the following sensation. I think some sort of aftershave was applied and it didn't have a sting to it at all. Done.

As Cory was seated I quickly returned to my room to drop off my bag. Upon my return I snapped a few pics of baldy getting the same treatment that I enjoyed a few minutes earlier. When things were said and done, Cory handed over $40 for our shaves and we ventured downstairs to attempt another roulette session at the historic El Cortez.

Getting situated.

Rock on.

A luke warm towel.

More luke warm water.

Now's not the time to question him on his technique.

Cory getting finished up.

The session starts off like all others previously. Our respective "lucky" numbers are picked, and eventually we start betting on sections and rows. Same result as before, I'd pick an opposite outside bet just to mess with Cory, and more often than not, I'd win. Usually he's on the money, but this time it just worked out better for me.

I kept scanning the crowd to see if I would look up to find "Roulette Ron" whom we met on our January trip last year. I did find other people writing down numbers from the tote board, but to my slight disappointment, no Ron. As we're wrapping up our session I stand up and ask the blonde pit boss if she's familiar with "Roulette Ron." Judging by her look, you'd think I asked her a question while my testicles were hanging out of my pants (they weren't, I checked). She had no inkling who I was referring to. Oh well.

I turn on my camera and disable the flash before taking a few random pics of the casino. I didn't want security to bum rush me since the El Cortez seems to have a serious problem with picture taking within the walls of their property. In any case, we ventured back outside and headed for Fitzgerald's.

The craps pit.

My favorite roulette area.

Crowded tables.

A blurry cocktail waitress (no she looks like that in real life!)

This one is for Cory.

Strolling into the poker room on the second floor of Fitzgerald's we had just enough time to sign up for the newly started tournament. The blinds haven't even gone up yet, so we're still in good shape. We're both seated at different tables and the games begin! I quickly noticed about half the table I'm at are together, and seemingly none of them have played in a tournament before. They were just playing horrible cards and calling down to the river. I figured it was just a matter of time before I got paid. My first action had came when I was dealt pocket tens, and raised it to $500 when the blinds were still $50/$100. I had two callers. The flop was a lovely rainbow showing 8-9-10. With this crowd, I'd prefer to only have one caller, so I moved all in right away. Both of my opponents called. One donkey had a J-9 for a middle pair and open ended straight draw (I just love that he called my pre-flop raise with that). My other opponent held pocket 8's for a lower set. The river did produce the straight for Mr. Donkey, however the side pot that was created was larger than the main, so I doubled up just the same.

As the blinds continued to rise, my chips continued to dwindle. The final table was assembled with Cory and I still in the game. Just a few short hands later I was bounced from the game. To mend my loss, I wander over to the bar and end up striking up a conversation with a couple from Arizona. We talked about the UFC fights and other typical "tourist chat." I had the bartender snap a blurry picture of us before I ventured back to the poker room.

The final table is dwindling in players and I sit down at the newly opened $1/$2 no limit cash game that was started. At first it was just me and another player and we were just messing around. Playing a complete hand without looking, trading down cards without looking, etc. Before too long the table was gaining momentum as more players joined in. Cory placed third in the tournament which was good for some cash. Shortly after collecting his money he joined us at the cash game.

My buy-in was seeing ups and downs as (again) I was playing too many hands. I don't recall very many of them, however there is one particular gem I simply must divulge. Cory, this is your option to skip ahead over the below paragraph....don't say I didn't warn ya.

We finally had a full table and I take a shot and make the $2 call with a dismal 7♦ 2♦. When the betting gets around to Cory, he seemingly likes his hand and raises it up to $12. I make a very loose call (hey, they're suited!).

The flop comes out to show a simple rainbow of 7-2-5. I move all in for about $50 and Cory, on my left, doesn't take too long to consider and immediately pushes in a stack that could cover me. Before the cards are turned over I look down to the players on my right and say / slur "He's going to be sooo mad!" The cards are turned up and Cory's simply in shock and disbelief seeing what shape his pocket kings are now in. The turn and river didn't produce any help for him, and the large pot came my way. He wanders off while I unsuccessfully try to hide my drunken laughter. A short time later Cory comes back to the table and heads for his chair. Before he can really get halfway across the table, a kid in the three seat perks up and asks "You want to talk about it?" The whole table gets a chuckle out of it, but I simply can't contain my laughter. My eyes were seriously watering at the comedic timing of that one quick simple line. Oh man.....I haven't laughed that hard in quite some time. (sorry, Cory) A 7-2 beats pocket kings. Ow....

It didn't take too long before Cory busted. He tells me he'll meet me back at the El Cortez in a few minutes so we can prepare for the rest of the night. I bid him adieu while I continued to bleed chips at the card table as well. I didn't last much longer so I left a (still) broken man, but whoa...did I find a great story to share.

I venture towards the El Cortez taking my time and enjoying the people watching. I come across a dude carrying a sign reading "911 = Inside Job." Now I like a conspiracy theory as much as the next guy, so I actually chatted him up a bit. He didn't have any real mind blowing information or thoughts on the subject of cover ups, secret governments, aliens, but he was just convinced that 9-11 happened on purpose. I told him there's no way George Bush could have planned it since...well come on, it worked. I don't get much further until I see yet another fellow conspiracy theorist. Only this dude is carrying a sandwich board. I couldn't help but snicker at how he tried to correct his spelling error (yeah, there's an "e" in "slaughtEr"). Good stuff.

After a few quick minutes in the room, Cory and I are on the way over to Binion's where we're planning on meeting up with some fine folk at Benny's Bullpen. On our way over we notice a tall, skinny black man approaching us, and he's singing. This immediately signals that this was our singing "buddy" from our last May trip. Only back then he had his lover "Koko" with him, and was asking for money as he's "been stuck in Vegas for the last five days and needs help to get home......" I pretty much blow him off before he can give me his new spiel, but Cory gets trapped walking with him. Cory calls a spade a spade and the dude confesses he was born and raised in Las Vegas, and just uses that story as a gimmick. Guess not much has really happened in a year? As we near Binion's, Cory's future singing teacher takes a left, all while bellowing a beautiful tune for the other (unsuspecting) tourists in the area.

We reach Benny's Bullpen only to find that it's packed. Our friends Pebbles and "T" were already there, and luckily for us, they saved us a few seats. They had already ordered a pitcher of beer, and to our delight a fresh pizza was also on the table (if you want to call it that). A pitcher of beer costs $9.50 but for an additional $.50 you can get a thin crust single topping pizza to come out with it. Not a bad deal at all.

Stories are shared among friends and we sit back and enjoy a few good laughs. It was a really great time despite the loud crowd. After the first pitcher, I ordered another along with a pepperoni pizza. Time certainly flew by as it typically does when enjoying laughs, alcohol and cheap pizza. The waitress comes around and I somehow convinced her that we received our pizza, yet didn't get our pitcher of beer that should have come with it. She apologized and went to get our cheap hops infused nectar. Pebbles kindly reminded me that the waitress did indeed bring out the seemingly missing pitcher. My fault....guess we got one for free.

Pebbles and "T" had to leave after our third pitcher to catch some of the downtown shows. It didn't take long before our now open seats were requested from other patrons entering the bar. One request came from a local couple. They were out on a date, getting away from their kids for the first time in a while. The dude had some sort of broken leg and was on crutches. At first the tattoos on his neck threw me off, but they actually turned out to be a really cool couple to hang out with. I insisted they help with our pizza and free pitcher of beer. Shortly after a single guy interested in watching the basketball game overhead, wandered over and asked for the chair next to Cory. He could have been interested in the game, but I think the guy just happened to have a sexual thing for bald white boys.

As we're getting ready to leave I asked the waitress for a box or two as we had a mountain of food left over. Looking back on it now, I really have no idea why, as we truly had no interest in boxing up the oil soaked pizza, and left said food and the 6 boxes behind. Oh well.

Pizza, beer, and sports. Not a bad combination.

"NOM-NOM-NOM!"

A new pie. It goes nearly untouched.

Some good lookin' sons-a-bitches right there!

Nothing but pure testosterone there!

And then there are the ladies...

Pepperoni and sausage... Cory liked the sausage the best. (big shocker there)

Final parting shot.

Our local couple that joined our party.

The nice guy Cory caught an STD from.

While Cory's finishing up on his cell phone inside the bar, I buy in to the stupid wheel just outside for about $5. Yes, I know, five bucks... I considered putting it all out there on the long shot for a quick $200, but chickened out in the end. I lost my first bet of three dollars. Damn. I pushed out my remaining "stack" onto the five to 1 winner, and let her give the wheel a spin. As she monitored the now slowing wheel in the mirror in front of her, I took the opportunity to gander (okay, stare!) at the amazing rack she was sporting. Hey, I'm a guy....come on.... My number actually hit. That's the first time in as long as I can remember that I won any sort of bet on that horrible wheel. Granted, I typically bet the longer shots, as getting paid 1 to 1 on such a stupid bet is no fun to me. Cha-ching! The adventure continues outside in short order.

After passing the new (pretty cool) grilling station propped up in front of the Golden Nugget, we wander into Mermaids. The place was hopping with people. Some cocktail waitress comes around and asks us what we'd like to drink. That's the first time that's happened to me without gambling?! We opt for a long island iced tea.

The line for the quick drunken bar food is staggering yet, I patiently wait my turn in line. I was committed to going a little bit "outside" the box on this one. As my turn finally comes around I ask the "chef" if she'd deep fry me a hamburger, bun and all. "No seriously, I want the bun dipped in batter and fried with the hamburger." She tells me no, and that the health department is in the house on an inspection. I'm not sure why I thought asking for some deep fried chicken sliders would make any sort of additional headway, but that didn't stop me from asking. Again, shot down. I take my shame and awkwardly get out of the line. I wasn't in the mood for their "normal" food. Come to think of it, I actually had no interest whatsoever in eating that deep fried hamburger if they did do it. I just wanted to see if they would.

They must be making a killing. Their food didn't look horrible after 15 drinks....

A packed Mermaids tonight.

They weren't thick enough fory Cory's liking....

"Why hello there, Pink."

It's not long before something catches our eye at the Las Vegas Club. The next series of pictures will help you understand what I'm talking about. Basically after wandering inside, and ordering a drink....we oogle the eye candy working. Whoa, they have some talent if ya know what I mean. Apparently at this point in the night, I'm feeling brazenly confident in my photo taking abilities.

"Who? Wha? Me?"

The unintentional photobomb.

Shake it!

Handing out her digits?

Her stomach is....."okay."

Blurry is bad, but you get the idea.

I don't recall this one....

There she is again!

I must have been chasing them...(or them me???)

Since we're down this way we opt to check out the Firefly restaurant in the Plaza. In my meager opinion, it's the property's only real redeeming quality worth visiting. Once we find our way in, I notice how rather packed the place is. There are people at every table, and we're quoted approximately a twenty minute wait. We opt to stand around and see how things shake loose. We've gone this far, and I wanted to check it out anyway, so why not.

The time seems to fly by and we're quickly seated with ease. The menu has dozens of items to choose from with their tapas theme. I only knew of one selection I needed to try and that was the bacon wrapped dates. How can you go wrong there? I also randomly picked to try the stuffed peppers as well. We didn't have a huge urge to eat, so that would be all the food we decided to order. For drinks Cory opts for a blood orange mojito while I land on the blueberry variety.

A host will seat you...

Crowded, but an awesome view.

The view towards the GN tower.

Bread and olives (complete with pits!)

Another view as the Fremont show continues.

And again.

Mojitos. Blueberry on the left, blood orange on the right.

Lighting fixture.

The stuffed peppers.

Another angle.

Mmmm....bacon wrapped dates...

My mouth is watering just remembering these things.

"3-11?" That's Omaha, ba-by!

I was very pleased with the food. I now regret that we didn't order more. The peppers were small, but they were both spicy and had a very evident sweet finish. They were served on a single toasted chip, but it was just enough to add a little texture. I'm not sure of the oil they used with them, but even the semi-skeptical Cory enjoyed the dish. Now the dates... Whoa. You can't go wrong with this dish. First the dates are wrapped in bacon (can't go wrong there) and then they're covered in bleu cheese (again, perfect!), and then given a little bit of a dose of what seemed like a slight smoky barbeque sauce. It all worked together. My only critique (of myself) is that we didn't order seventeen of these to go. After a quick stop in the restroom, I return to find Cory has already taken care of the bill. Time to wander out.

Think he's only gonna polish his shoe?

I bet they make great tips...

I said TIPS!

Yeah, I bet that's not her first "Spocker."

You take that $10 beer in a light up boot and like it!

The crowds are out tonight.

Where's Waldo?

Who put this on my camera?!?!

I snap a few pictures on the way back, and eventually we meet up with Pebbles and "T" again. We decided we'd show them a few things downtown that they've yet to experience. They both typically spend (what seems to me) as an exorbitant amount of time in Vegas every year. They certainly take the opportunity to make the most of it. After I buy Cory an almost reluctantly accepted beer, we meet up over by the Fremont and decide our next endeavor is the Gold Spike. Pebbles and "T" have never stepped inside the newly renovated property, so we do a quick scan over the area. We continue on our expedition towards the El Cortez Cabana suites. Once there, we provide a quick tour of the rooms to our friends. At the conclusion, we stroll (I staggered) to a lounge inside the El Cortez. We share a drink, few laughs and stories before our guests must leave.

Once our company departs, Cory and I apparently part ways. He heads in one direction while I manage to find a completely empty $10 blackjack table to myself, dealt by one of their "sexier" dealers. She and I make the standard conversation since it was just the two of us.

In any case, I didn't last very long at that table. She was cute enough and did rather well for a dealer fresh off the street. It was at this point in time which I decided a strip club was in order! I stood up, looked around....didn't see Cory, and headed straight for the door. From the El Cortez the Glitter Gulch seemed like a long ways away. But I was determined! I made it there in record time, and wandered into the door and proudly flashed the bouncer my ID. He let loose a quick cackle, asking me "seriously, they let you do that?" Yeah, they did...

Once he was done shaking his head, he advised me there was no cover, but that it was a two drink minimum. No problem there! I settle in, and within .04 seconds I had a cocktail waitress at my side. I let her know I simply wanted two rum and diet cokes. That only came out to about $18.50. In any regard, I was almost tackled by about three or four different girls in rapid succession. Same typical scam. "Come sit and talk with me over here." Yeah, right hussy! I turned them all away while enjoying my over priced (yet strong!) drinks. The good looking girls on stage would pry a hard earned dollar away from me, while the.....less attractive ones would see the back of my head gawking at their more eye-catching counterparts. One girl on stage seemed to form a fondness for me, and told me she'd come sit with me once her song is over on stage. (oh, GOODIE!)

Like clockwork, I now had the girl I "clicked with" on stage now at my side. She asked if she could sit down next to me, and who am I to turn away a woman desperately needing a seat? We went through the normal chit-chat, and I was prepared as usual. She asked where I was from, and gave my standard response of "Colorado." She told me her outfit typically consists of the "naughty nurse" or the "naughty school-girl." NICE! She was polite and not too forceful, but I knew she certainly wanted to make some cash off me. My typical story of "I'm-here-with-a-bachelor-party,-they're-gambling-across-the-street,-and-sent-me-to-check-this-place-out-before-they-get-here" came into play. She fell for it hook line and sinker. I tried the line of "I'll call 'em right now, is there any place quieter here that I can use my cell phone at?" Well.....that kinda backfired on me. She said "oh sure, over here!" and led me to a semi lit corner. She waited for me to pull out my phone and make the call. In my drunken circumstance, I almost fumbled about what to do (almost!). I flipped open my cell phone and gave Duster a call! He's in town by now, and if he answers, great, if not, even better. In the end I (or should I say "we") leave a drunken voice mail telling him to get over to this fine establishment right away! I fed her a line that if he calls soon (despite being on "a heater at the 'Nugget") I'd have them come over. As soon as she unattached herself from my hip I got the hell out of that place. Whew!

I saunter back to the El Cortez and find Cory playing at a Let It Ride table with mixed results. After sending some texts to friends on the strip, I tell him I'm heading that way if he'd like to join me. He contemplates and mentions he's having a good time where he is, so I leave well enough alone. One fast, and rather inexpensive cab fare later and I'm walking through Harrah's looking for Rog and Alora at Carnival Court.

I find them with ease and we contemplate what to do. Alora is tired from a long day, and I have just enough time to say hello and give her a quick hug before she's off to her room. Rog and I decide to head on over to Wynn and see what's going on there.

Once inside we easily find an seemingly open table at Parasol Up Parasol Down Lounge. We settle in and watch the eye candy walk by. Rog orders a margarita while I opt for what was likely an expensive mojito. I notice the table across from us is opening a new bottle of Cristal and mixing it with "5 hour Energy." Okay..... Rog and I settle in and start talking about the various strip clubs in town. Rog and I talking about dancing girls tonight? No way! We have a few good laughs and once we both finish our drink, we decide to part ways. It's been a long day and Rog's room is calling his name.

I take the opportunity to simply stroll around Wynn on a fine Saturday evening. I think it was just late enough that the clubs were starting to slow down, and the working girls were creeping out. Let me just say this......OH, MY, GOD..... Every girl I saw was wearing a dress at least sixty five inches above her knee. And they were all attractive. I'm not talking about 6's or 7's.... I'm talking about 8.5's and up. Every girl I saw was simply stunning.

I opted to NOT take my camera out of my pocket, as I'd quickly and rightfully be labeled "that guy" and just feel dirty. It'd be one thing if it was a single (no flash) pic here and there, but in my current state, I'd probably be recording video of every girl's short skirt until security stopped me. I sadly admit, I was almost drooling. I couldn't believe some of the "dresses" I was seeing. In my many adventures to Vegas, I've never seen this much eye candy in one place at one time (without paying for it, and it being nude!). It was simply amazing. These girls were everywhere. Perhaps it was the fact the clubs were shutting down....the UFC fight was in town.....or that Kevin and Rog were at Wynn.... I'm sure it was a combination of all of the above, but whoa..... Simply stunning.

There was one almost awkward moment when I was turning right onto a path while another girl was turning left from the opposite direction onto the same walkway. I guess I made eye contact with her for a split second too long, as she clearly asked me with no reservations "do you have a room here?" I didn't really know how to respond as the only thing running through my mind was "THIS IS MY CHANCE TO WIN THE BET WITH CORY ABOUT THE PRICE OF A HOOKER!" I awkwardly told her "I do have a room, but not here." To that she countered "Well, where is your room?" DAMN IT! At this point I just tell her that my room is no where near the strip, and that she's wasting her time, and I know she's trying to make some money. She says NOT ONE word to me for calling a spade a spade and just veers left like Maverick and Goose in Top Gun. Wow....that was a little anti-climatic. My first knowingly conversation with a working girl, and THAT'S how it ends. I feel so cheap!

I hike my way to the front of the casino near the main entrance. Sure enough I see Minotauro Nogueira and his twin (I didn't know he had a twin) walking right past me. Of course each of them had an attractive blonde girl in arm, with their posse following shortly behind. I've always wanted to jump in front of a huge bad ass and ask him "Has anyone ever called you a PUSSY to your face? ...Because, I'm not doing that...." This would have been that opportunity, but I didn't want to be picked up by my throat and tossed into a corner. I didn't even realize he was on the fight card that night. If I had known that, I might (might) have asked for a picture as my wife and I are fans.

Once I make my way towards the cab line I'm asked by a group of about a dozen smoking hot Asian girls ALL wearing short black dresses if I could take their picture together. Hell, I almost asked if I could be IN the picture with them, but held back. I snapped their two pictures, returned their camera and made my way into the growing taxi line. A few minutes later they're all lined up behind me waiting for cabs, and it doesn't take too long before one of them is blowing chunks ("and tell Chunks he owes me ten bucks!") into a nearby trashcan. Two other girls held her hair back while she continued to spit out the contents of whatever club and restaurant she was at previously. Still......a dozen good looking Asian girls all in SHORT black dresses behind me...... I'm assuming it was a bachelorette party of some sort.

I finally get my cab, and venture downtown. Once I arrive I head straight to bed. I probably sent out some obnoxious tweets, but it's all good. Time for some Zzzzzzzz's.................