Woke up a total mess from the night before. Thankfully I wasn’t the only one. I dragged my horrible feeling body out of the bed and met up with the dudes in front of the hotel where we all took off to take a walk along the main strip. Because I had emptied out the contents of my stomach over the course of the night before, I ducked into a Denny’s with Scott and Kev and had the country fried steak. It was my first experience with Denny’s and it was very real. Too real. Look at the colour of all that food. It’s the official colour of failure.
After the meal we decided to pass on the strip and instead just crashed out for a bit. When I woke up from a sleep I was feeling like getting the boozitude going again but didn’t feel like buying from the casino bar, and considering I didn’t gamble I wasn’t going to get any freebies. This is when I discovered one of the most beautiful thing about Vegas. You can buy a 12 pack for 5 bucks and just walk around a casino with it under your arm. Maybe it’s the recession or something but no one said a word while I had a half open case of Busch and a can in my hand. I even put it down on the ground while I went to the bathroom and when I came back they were still there. God Bless America.
After a few beers I took a quick trip over to the mall at Caesars Palace. Apparently Gucci takes themselves pretty seriously.
Got back to the Palms and went with the dudes up to a club on the top level called moon. It was pretty bodacious but Adam and some of his buddies decided we should up the ante by going to a club called Tao at the Venetian. Once again, I’m not a club dude, but bottle service at a Vegas club is pretty radical. You go from being a dude who grew up in Hamilton to Lil’ Wayne when he’s on top of the limo playing a guitar solo. Boom, Just like that. The rest of the night went awesomely. Drank another buckets worth but this time my body was used to it so I partied all night till around 6 or so. Even got to see Adam and a bunch of other dudes lose some money at the tables.
Good times.
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ya, walking the strip pretty much sucks. They like fences like Hamilton likes one-way streets. It especially sucks when you're hung over and it's 115 degrees outside (probably 130 with humdity). Although, if you're short on porn you can always hit up the dudes with the escort cards, follow the snapping noise
All the casinos look the same on the inside. It's a bit of a bummer.
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