So I'm coming to terms with being back from one of my favorite places in the world, Las Vegas. It always seems like at least a week before I recover from the pleasure overload and the deep desire to run back there with delerious expectations.
What to do about this?
Anyway I guess it's not that important; it's just weird fantasy taking over my head. The official stat: lost $75 by the end, next time I'll clean up.
Stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel; it was nice and the pool side peole didn't make my girlfriend feel like she needed some sort of cosmetic surgery or get her ass to the gym. I shared her relief. The nightlife was good even though I expected a bit more from Vegas on the night of 6.6.06, maybe it's just me.
The Cab drivers were chatty and helpful as always, one of them let us know squares that musicals in the hotels are destined to all fail.
Strangest happening: It rained full on down pour mode for a while, closing the pool on the second day. It rained for a fea hours and this is the desert!
Next trip, maybe August, maybe September
What to do about this?
Anyway I guess it's not that important; it's just weird fantasy taking over my head. The official stat: lost $75 by the end, next time I'll clean up.
Stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel; it was nice and the pool side peole didn't make my girlfriend feel like she needed some sort of cosmetic surgery or get her ass to the gym. I shared her relief. The nightlife was good even though I expected a bit more from Vegas on the night of 6.6.06, maybe it's just me.
The Cab drivers were chatty and helpful as always, one of them let us know squares that musicals in the hotels are destined to all fail.
Strangest happening: It rained full on down pour mode for a while, closing the pool on the second day. It rained for a fea hours and this is the desert!
Next trip, maybe August, maybe September
sophie:
San Francisco is positively full of people that are too busy to fit in a good DnD game. One of the un-perks.
