The Wheel of Madness, GIGANTIC hot dogs, Simon almost throwing up on a stripper, the band game, T-Bone's near death experience, the freezing cold walk from the casino to the room, the room, "The man has a point!", the Venus, Phish, Red Rock Canyon, Sanka, The Rat Pack, Elvis, the fish tank, CK-One's onion ring halo, Chelsea's first time, the Inciters, my lights getting charged back up, and ummm... probably a whole bunch more stuff I can't remember right now.
Here's a couple of pictures that I remember being taken:
Me on a tiny tiny bike:
I dominate the scooters:
Paul and Simon fear for their lives:
Paul and I befriend the tiki god:
I skipped work today because I am sick as a dog now. I seem to have gotten a pretty bad cold... probably something to do with the excessive drinking, refusing to bring my jacket when we went out, making out with homeless guys, and waiting 40 minutes in the freezing cold for my ride to pick me up at the airport yesterday. If you look at the box of nyQuil[tm], I've pretty much got all of the symptoms on there. I feel like ass. No. Barbecued ass. Smothered in ass sauce.
On a related note, my girlie RULEZ (yes... with a Z..) for bringing me some Pho to make me Pheel less Phucked up. Someday, I'm gonna give her a monkey, or a convertible sports car, or perhaps a really comfortable sofa. For the time being though, I think I'll start with just smothering her with my germs a bit less, because she needs to not get this debilitating illness.
Well... nyQuil[tm] is starting to take effect and my illness/food coma/medication euphoria is setting in quite nicely. My, you all look silly. I'd better stop writing now.
Thank you, and goodnight.
PS: If a frog had wings he wouldn't bump his ass a-hoppin'!
PPS: Thank you Susie.