Bellagio or Ceasars? 10 guys. 4 nights. 1 town. I did this before and came out clean, with money in my wallet, unscathed and with lots of pics.
That was pre-journal.
Imagine if I can blog and talk in real time, this time.
Y'all might get an mpeg of me turning from albino to tan god. And by tan god I mean lobster boy.
Ocean's 10, I guess, if we can't get one more dude. I'll be Rusty Ryan. Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, but playing it to the hilt with nuthin but a sandwich in one hand and a cell phone in the other. And a Newport Light somewhere. Cool sunglasses, bad suit, bed head and all.
3 comments:
How weird...my husband may be taking a job with a new company and he just told me today that they go to Vegas every May (and do I wanna go). Hell yeah I wanna go! Park my fat ass in front of a Wheel of Fortune slot machine and chug free booze. Yeah baby! YEAH!
Hell, let's sit at the $10 blackjack table for an hour then hit the Hard Rock. I'll buy a few rounds for you and the hubby as long as you testify to Ann that I'm being a good boy.
PK
Dork.
Go enjoy yourself!!! : D
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