Saturday, November 05, 2005
Ve-gassed
"Would you like to fuck me?"
It's not the question you expect while three sheets to the wind at a blackjack table. But the tall, attractive brunette was definitely looking at me.
"Uh, what did you say?" I asked lamely.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"Are you serious?"
It was a dare (to ask, not to actually fuck me) and she offered me a free drink if I would loudly say, "Yes, I would love to fuck you."
So I did and she brought me a delicious but at that point totally unecessary shot of whiskey. Thus went my quick sojourn to Las Vegas, where I met up with my fellow degenerates from Baton Rouge. It was a grand reunion with the requisite reckless drinking and generally good, unhealthy fun. Not to mention I won $750 at the blackjack table, mostly at Barbary Coast, a great, seedy (even for a casino) casino where the friendly cocktail waitresses are back with your next drink before you finish your last.
The weekend ended with Halloween in Vegas and a Ween concert (most of you probably vaguely remember "Push Th' Little Daisies" but they're much better than that) where Bones and I dressed as Mormon missionaries, complete with bike helmets, backpacks, short sleeve white collared shirts with ties and books of Mormon.
I'm just recovering from the weekend and just in time to hop on a plane today and head to Beijing to meet up with my even more degenerate friend Ben and likely set back Sino-American relations decades.
It's not the question you expect while three sheets to the wind at a blackjack table. But the tall, attractive brunette was definitely looking at me.
"Uh, what did you say?" I asked lamely.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"Are you serious?"
It was a dare (to ask, not to actually fuck me) and she offered me a free drink if I would loudly say, "Yes, I would love to fuck you."
So I did and she brought me a delicious but at that point totally unecessary shot of whiskey. Thus went my quick sojourn to Las Vegas, where I met up with my fellow degenerates from Baton Rouge. It was a grand reunion with the requisite reckless drinking and generally good, unhealthy fun. Not to mention I won $750 at the blackjack table, mostly at Barbary Coast, a great, seedy (even for a casino) casino where the friendly cocktail waitresses are back with your next drink before you finish your last.
The weekend ended with Halloween in Vegas and a Ween concert (most of you probably vaguely remember "Push Th' Little Daisies" but they're much better than that) where Bones and I dressed as Mormon missionaries, complete with bike helmets, backpacks, short sleeve white collared shirts with ties and books of Mormon.
I'm just recovering from the weekend and just in time to hop on a plane today and head to Beijing to meet up with my even more degenerate friend Ben and likely set back Sino-American relations decades.
# posted by Druz @ 12:29 AM 
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