Night one was sloppy, you guys.
I left from Los Angeles at 5pm yesterday. Traffic on I-210E was abysmal, and varied in heaviness (it was either heavy or HOLY FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE heavy) all the way from 134E to I-15N in Barstow. I’m sort of amazed I got to Vegas by 9:30, as I was sure it was going to take 5 hours when I realized how bad the traffic out of Los Angeles was.
Once checked in to my hotel room (sweet view of the Strip this time!) I took a couple shots of whiskey and relaxed while I waited for Ken and KT to find my room. Once they arrived, we passed the bottle around for a few minutes and then headed out for the night.
…And it was a night. A long night. There was gambling, lots of drinking, and of course a late night/early morning food run. The latter resulted in one of the most disgusting displays of my drunk palate yet: an order that included a chili-cheese omelet, wheat toast, and a side order of french fries with both country-style (white) and brown gravy. After a night of drinking, apparently that’s what i felt like eating. It was…Jesus…what the fuck was I thinking? To say I had a hard time getting myself started today would be a gross (pun intended) understatement. Oh, and according to my receipt I also left a 175% tip on my tab last night. Solid move, Evan.
And I only lost sixty bucks gambling. I always think it’s weird that by *only* losing $60 seems like a reasonable thing. I could have put that $60 towards literally anything else, a bill, a meal, clothes, records…whatever. And yet, losing it in Vegas is totally acceptable — nay, it’s akin to spending it on any of those aforementioned items. I don’t know…it just seems…weird.
Today was spent at NAB, and napping, and I’ll write all about it tomorrow.
Popol Vuh – Agnus Dei [MP3]
