vegas notes
Feeling a little emotionally better, I've been able to reflect on my Vegas trip and provide a few notes . . . I'm still depressed though. Stupid freaking Indians!
- I would spontaneously combust in the Vegas sun after about 35 minutes of exposure. I was sure never to reach that amount, quickly scurrying into a casino before my skin actually began to bubble. I don't know how anybody under 85 lives out there. Yah, that's the age your blood starts to chill naturally.
- 29 is the official age for thinking it's sweet to get carded. The pit boss at the Luxor even went so far as to guess that I was 23 years-old. Why did he think so? Undoubtedly because of my lily-white skin, which doesn't suffer the ravages of the evil, evil sun. Also, the fact that I was sobbing like a little girl over my losses, probably knocked a couple of years off.
- Some old lady gave me beeds. I haven't gotten my pants back yet.
- I was so displeased with my gambling experience that I demanded a refund, in full. BUT, the casinos refused. i thought Vegas was all about customer service for high rollers like me.
That is all. I need at least 30 days off before I go back.
posted by roger at 6:54 PM
3 Comments:
Getting carded is one of the little pleasures of life.
8:00 AM
Okay, the pants line nearly made me spit out my coffee. Have I mentioned how good it is to have you back?
I was going to mention that the onset of autumn called for a change from the sunburned profile pic, but I see that it will probably remain up until the Vegas burn subsides.
8:20 AM
Sarah: I am just beginning to discover this. If I were a chick, I would wear pigtails to enhance my chances of being carded.
Joe: Dang - I missed the spit-take? Nothing is better than that. Thanks. It's good to be back.
10:22 AM
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