mega rich

Mega rich in experience, my friends.

Contrary to popular belief, it was almost as if the casinos WANT/RIG IT so that you lose. I mean, WTF Vegas?

Anyway, I've come to the horrible realization that I might be like 98th percentile of annoyingest people in the world. We were at the Main Street Station having a great run of cards in blackjack and it kind of hit me. Maybe it was the drunkenness, the foul odor or the fact that I was singing excerpts of The Four Tops's Bernadette to our dealer, namely Bernadette. (This was re-mixed in the the "Bust" song we had devised to sing whenever the dealer busted.) I'm convinced if I met me I would probably hate me - at least for a while.

These were fun times my friends. And not only all that, but we also got comped a meal at the little brewpub in the casino. Booyah.

So, I'm back and ready to annoy the whole world again, rather than just Vegas.