In honor of the news that is the cherry on top of the hot fudge sunday that is this vacation, I am calling this journal...
Josh vs. Las Vegas
Ah, Las Vegas. A town so nice, they named it twice. I write this as I sit in the airport waiting for my flight which leaves in about an hour. They should put a craps table in the terminal so I have something to do besides slots.
Notice I only said "slots" and not "slots and babysitting my dad". He sat down at the terminal, chugged a 44oz margarita, took off his shoes and then just took off. Somewhere in the Las Vegas airport there is a barefoot 60 year old man who's had more beer than 15 frat keggers combined... and I could care less. I have the boarding passes and a ride back home waiting.
Today was probably the highest note this trip could have possibly ended on. I started off the morning with a little trip to the strip club. Perhaps not the best course of action due to my affliction... I am very persuaded by a pretty face. Thirty-five dollars in drinks for my brother and 200 dollars in lap-dances for me, I was broke. I had 10 dollars to my name and didn't care, I had just been introduced to the business end of 4 boobs before noon. If my day had ended then, I wouldn't have been any less happy. But the day continued....
.... to Sam's Town casino where we went to say our goodbyes to my aunt and uncle. I had 10 minutes and just as many dollars to kill so I sauntered up to a slot machine, put in my money, and on the first pull hit for 300 bucks. My entire trip plus nudie bar mistake had just been reembursed.
Boo. Fucking. Yeah.
But it doesn't stop there. I refused to end my trip with a losing craps record so I turned 15 bucks into another hundred. I gave it to my dad who helped finance a bit of my activities, but now that I'm on the plane is being a supreme cock. This is the last time I go on a vacation with him.
I did have a fantastic trip, despite the efforts of my alchohalic dad. When we land, I'll update/edit with some more.
Josh vs. Las Vegas
Ah, Las Vegas. A town so nice, they named it twice. I write this as I sit in the airport waiting for my flight which leaves in about an hour. They should put a craps table in the terminal so I have something to do besides slots.
Notice I only said "slots" and not "slots and babysitting my dad". He sat down at the terminal, chugged a 44oz margarita, took off his shoes and then just took off. Somewhere in the Las Vegas airport there is a barefoot 60 year old man who's had more beer than 15 frat keggers combined... and I could care less. I have the boarding passes and a ride back home waiting.
Today was probably the highest note this trip could have possibly ended on. I started off the morning with a little trip to the strip club. Perhaps not the best course of action due to my affliction... I am very persuaded by a pretty face. Thirty-five dollars in drinks for my brother and 200 dollars in lap-dances for me, I was broke. I had 10 dollars to my name and didn't care, I had just been introduced to the business end of 4 boobs before noon. If my day had ended then, I wouldn't have been any less happy. But the day continued....
.... to Sam's Town casino where we went to say our goodbyes to my aunt and uncle. I had 10 minutes and just as many dollars to kill so I sauntered up to a slot machine, put in my money, and on the first pull hit for 300 bucks. My entire trip plus nudie bar mistake had just been reembursed.
Boo. Fucking. Yeah.
But it doesn't stop there. I refused to end my trip with a losing craps record so I turned 15 bucks into another hundred. I gave it to my dad who helped finance a bit of my activities, but now that I'm on the plane is being a supreme cock. This is the last time I go on a vacation with him.
I did have a fantastic trip, despite the efforts of my alchohalic dad. When we land, I'll update/edit with some more.
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p.s. i wish i was in a titty bar all morning