3:00am: Walking the Strip at night is
remarkably safe. Another pleasant surprise.
4:00am: I play poker at Treasure Island. Very
small room. Instead of the traditional green
felt table top, they have renderings of hot wet
girls with ripped clothes staring at me.
Poker is ideal for this kind of night because it
kills a lot of time. There's a Starbucks next to
the poker room that opens at 6.
6:10am: I lost $60, down $20 on gambling for
the night.
I don't like coffee, but I decide that maybe I've
just never had it under the right
circumstances. Maybe I just don't like it in the
morning at work. Maybe the ideal
circumstance for me is after being up for 24
straight hours at a casino while drunk.
6:30am: No. I actually don't like coffee.
6:50am: Walking around the casino while
wearing an Ipod feels very much the same as
walking around drunk. You are oblivious to
the everything. You bump strangers
shoulders and barely apologize. The faint
sounds of slot machines can be heard in
unison in the background tempting...judging.
7:20am: I think it's now safe to say I rival only
David Blaine for pointless feats of
perseverance, y'know, only with drinking and
gambling.
8:00am: I go to McDonald's and order the
biggest soda they have. I go to the 2nd floor
where I sit by myself. I put my head down. I
may have nodded off. There is no way to be
sure.
9:30am: I know there are seats outside
Margaritaville. I sit in one, but am too self
conscious to fall asleep.
10:00am: I miss the Pussycat Dolls. I go to
Caesars. They are no longer there.
11:00am: My friends have arrived, but we can't
check in until 3. They go to the pool. I meet
them there by sneaking through Kahunaville. I
don't have my bag yet so I don't have a
bathing suit. I'm in jeans. It's 110 degrees. I
look like an asshead.
12:00pm: I go to Treasure Island's sportsbook.
I shut my eyes for long intervals while
watching Sportscenter. I form an adversarial
relationship with one of the workers who
walks up to me seemingly in an attempt to
wake me or kick me out whenever I fall
asleep. I cant fall asleep because of this guy.
Since I never actually do fall asleep, I'm
confident I win this round.
1:10pm: I meet my friends for lunch at
Kahunaville. Probably not nice enough to
have already been to three times. Me in my
state, and the others jet lagged, make for
quiet lunch.
2:20pm: We check in early. I shower because
of the sweat, jeans, and pool combination.
3:00pm: I sleep. I don't remember if i dreamt,
but think the odds are pretty good the
pussycat dolls were there.
4:40pm: I am awakened to drink. I do so.
remarkably safe. Another pleasant surprise.
4:00am: I play poker at Treasure Island. Very
small room. Instead of the traditional green
felt table top, they have renderings of hot wet
girls with ripped clothes staring at me.
Poker is ideal for this kind of night because it
kills a lot of time. There's a Starbucks next to
the poker room that opens at 6.
6:10am: I lost $60, down $20 on gambling for
the night.
I don't like coffee, but I decide that maybe I've
just never had it under the right
circumstances. Maybe I just don't like it in the
morning at work. Maybe the ideal
circumstance for me is after being up for 24
straight hours at a casino while drunk.
6:30am: No. I actually don't like coffee.
6:50am: Walking around the casino while
wearing an Ipod feels very much the same as
walking around drunk. You are oblivious to
the everything. You bump strangers
shoulders and barely apologize. The faint
sounds of slot machines can be heard in
unison in the background tempting...judging.
7:20am: I think it's now safe to say I rival only
David Blaine for pointless feats of
perseverance, y'know, only with drinking and
gambling.
8:00am: I go to McDonald's and order the
biggest soda they have. I go to the 2nd floor
where I sit by myself. I put my head down. I
may have nodded off. There is no way to be
sure.
9:30am: I know there are seats outside
Margaritaville. I sit in one, but am too self
conscious to fall asleep.
10:00am: I miss the Pussycat Dolls. I go to
Caesars. They are no longer there.
11:00am: My friends have arrived, but we can't
check in until 3. They go to the pool. I meet
them there by sneaking through Kahunaville. I
don't have my bag yet so I don't have a
bathing suit. I'm in jeans. It's 110 degrees. I
look like an asshead.
12:00pm: I go to Treasure Island's sportsbook.
I shut my eyes for long intervals while
watching Sportscenter. I form an adversarial
relationship with one of the workers who
walks up to me seemingly in an attempt to
wake me or kick me out whenever I fall
asleep. I cant fall asleep because of this guy.
Since I never actually do fall asleep, I'm
confident I win this round.
1:10pm: I meet my friends for lunch at
Kahunaville. Probably not nice enough to
have already been to three times. Me in my
state, and the others jet lagged, make for
quiet lunch.
2:20pm: We check in early. I shower because
of the sweat, jeans, and pool combination.
3:00pm: I sleep. I don't remember if i dreamt,
but think the odds are pretty good the
pussycat dolls were there.
4:40pm: I am awakened to drink. I do so.
S I N g l e C I T Y.
Part II.
Part II.
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