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Ok so a lot of people have been asking me how was Vegas and instead of answering each one I figured would just post something. It was awesome.
Friday I arrived at the airport and was greeted by my fellow fur friend Scott. We caught a cab back to my place which was across from the BoOt BaRn(say it honky tonk style). We ate breakfast at Denny's where our "waiter" did not have man hands. In fact we were pretty sure it wasn't all man... we named "him" Juan. We went shopping at Food4Less. Then we kicked it at my place for a bit then hopped on a bus down to Scott's place. I met his cats, they were cool. Watched Indiana Jones Last Crusade. I rode in a double decker bus. I ate at Sonics! About time! Bit of a story behind eating there. I passed out early and then woke up early to take the bus back while Scott went to work. I unpacked and did like... nothing. Oh I got to watch cable! Saterday I decided to go out on the town and walk around a bit. I decided to play the slots for a bit. Won 57 then lost it again. Basically, it wasn't a strike it rich sort of weekend. Sunday I went out for a bit again, just to walk around. Slept a lot. Monday I went to see Wayne Brady at the Venician(sp?). He was fucking funny. I just about peed my pants. Tuesday I did nothing, yet again. Finished reading my book. Magical Thinking by Augusten Burroughs. If you haven't read it, you should. It's a great book. Wednesday Scott came over and together we drained 64oz of mickeys. Passed out. Thursday morning we went out to eat breakfast and then went shopping at the mall. He had to leave about 4 so I decided to pack up and hit the strip just one last time. Took the touristy pictures, watched the Pirate show at Treasure Island. Some of it can be seen here. Friday it was time to go and even though it felt like paradise, I was done relaxing and ready to see familiar faces again. The plane was late but once on it it was all good. The flight attendant was funny and there was plenty of room to stretch out. Apparently no one wants to come back to the bay they all go to Vegas and stay there. I would if I had somewhere to stay forever. Well, now that I look back on what it didn't seem that cool but it was. I needed it it big time.
Tomorrow I start work at Micheals too. So I'm picking up some hours. I'm going to be working 11 hour days for a bit until I can mold into Micheals for good so I can use it as leverage for things to come. Good to work for a small company and a major corporation. Builds character. I can't wait. I sure I say this now and look back to be like what the fuck was I thinking but you know what? I'm thinking money. That's what I need.
Friday I arrived at the airport and was greeted by my fellow fur friend Scott. We caught a cab back to my place which was across from the BoOt BaRn(say it honky tonk style). We ate breakfast at Denny's where our "waiter" did not have man hands. In fact we were pretty sure it wasn't all man... we named "him" Juan. We went shopping at Food4Less. Then we kicked it at my place for a bit then hopped on a bus down to Scott's place. I met his cats, they were cool. Watched Indiana Jones Last Crusade. I rode in a double decker bus. I ate at Sonics! About time! Bit of a story behind eating there. I passed out early and then woke up early to take the bus back while Scott went to work. I unpacked and did like... nothing. Oh I got to watch cable! Saterday I decided to go out on the town and walk around a bit. I decided to play the slots for a bit. Won 57 then lost it again. Basically, it wasn't a strike it rich sort of weekend. Sunday I went out for a bit again, just to walk around. Slept a lot. Monday I went to see Wayne Brady at the Venician(sp?). He was fucking funny. I just about peed my pants. Tuesday I did nothing, yet again. Finished reading my book. Magical Thinking by Augusten Burroughs. If you haven't read it, you should. It's a great book. Wednesday Scott came over and together we drained 64oz of mickeys. Passed out. Thursday morning we went out to eat breakfast and then went shopping at the mall. He had to leave about 4 so I decided to pack up and hit the strip just one last time. Took the touristy pictures, watched the Pirate show at Treasure Island. Some of it can be seen here. Friday it was time to go and even though it felt like paradise, I was done relaxing and ready to see familiar faces again. The plane was late but once on it it was all good. The flight attendant was funny and there was plenty of room to stretch out. Apparently no one wants to come back to the bay they all go to Vegas and stay there. I would if I had somewhere to stay forever. Well, now that I look back on what it didn't seem that cool but it was. I needed it it big time.
Tomorrow I start work at Micheals too. So I'm picking up some hours. I'm going to be working 11 hour days for a bit until I can mold into Micheals for good so I can use it as leverage for things to come. Good to work for a small company and a major corporation. Builds character. I can't wait. I sure I say this now and look back to be like what the fuck was I thinking but you know what? I'm thinking money. That's what I need.