Why?
Have you ever had the feeling that you’ve been drop-kicked in the crotch repeatedly from 20 feet? I just got back from Las Vegas last night and I honestly can say that on one-hand it was the most hellish 5 day test of both mental and physical endurance I have ever undergone. However, on the other hand, I kind of already miss the place. A picture speaks a thousand words, so here’s a photo of the night-stand after day 3.
Things on the night-stand
Bottle of mostly finished warm Pepsi
Empty bottle Coors Light
Six empty bottles of Rolling Rock
Pair of aviator sunglasses
4 photos of “morphed” children
Almost empty bottle of Pepto Bismol
Empty bottle of JD
Alarm clock tipped over and unplugged
Ashtray full of American cigarettes
Also thanks to Mason and Kalin for keeping the dream alive and adding posts in my absence. Lastly a word of advice, don’t go on this ride.