Here I am, back in Los Angeles after a whirlwind 48-hour Vegas vacation. I’m a bit under the weather (as expected) so I’ll likely be taking it easy tonight and tomorrow. That said, I had myself a good time. A comped room, breaking even (or winding up ahead $30), and eating the food seen in the above photo certain didn’t hurt. Or the other breakfast I apparently ate just a few hours earlier (as seen in yesterday’s post).
Beyond that…let’s see…I got really drunk, I chickened out of entering two poker tournaments, I defended a guy in a racially-charged near-fist fight at the blackjack table — which resulted in a psycho racist guy getting dragged out of the casino — I made friends with an old asian man at the computerized greyhound races, saw the final hand of the World Series of Poker (and saw eight million dollars in cash sitting on a table that was…like…twenty yards away from me), caught up with a friend who lives in town, and made it home alive. Not bad, right?
Thanks, guys. That means a lot. I’m impressed with my performance too.
Jimi Hendrix – Fire [Mono] [MP3]