And so it begins. My 3rd flight to Vegas within the last year, and I still feel like that isn't enough
Soon, I will be in the air with a head full of Absinthe and anticipation (good name for a band).
I have no idea what will happen over the next 5 days, but that's the whole fun. After watching nothing but Vegas movies all day yesterday (with the exception of an old episode of a shitty TV cop drama that I made the mistake of watching the first minute of and got hooked to the plot), I know that the following things will go down:
1) I probably won't remember at least 50% of it
2) Some asshole blackjack dealer who looks like Wallace Shawn (or maybe the actual Wallace Shawn, I haven't seen him do much acting recently) will repeatedly win and screw me out of money
3) We might end up robbing the Bellagio after coming up with an elaborate plan...
4) ...our "elaborate plan" will get figured out by security within minutes and we'll end up in a back room getting the shit kicked out of us by Bruiser (who I actually happen to know in real life, so maybe he'll go easy on us)
5) We'll very likely end up getting the digits of a random 3AM shift waitress at O'Shea's
6) We will discover that drugs are truly bad, but not until day 3...
So as I fly directly into Vegas, I will have all of these things in mind. I might be online during the flight, so I'll update you from the air.
And now the obligatory VEGAS BABY!!!!
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