What happens in Vegas...

At 4 in the morning on Saturday, Alisa, Mike, Lisa, Guiseppe, and myself decided to head to Vegas. Was alcohol involved in this decision, you wonder? Why yes, indeed it was. Copious amounts of alcohol, to be a little more descriptive. And to allow me to use the word "copious". B/c I don't want to torture anyone with a long detailed account of the weekend, I decided to provide you with a few highlights from this impromptu trip (in no particular order)
1. At our hotel, they were having what I initially thought was a video game convention by the look of the attendees and it's title, "Defcon." Was actually a computer convention, which I discovered after chatting up this guy sitting next to me on the couch while I awaited entrance into our suite. Scariest sight: One of the goth nerds, a woman just under 200 lbs, was by the pool wearing a thong bathing suit fashioned like a spider web. After seeing this, I proclaimed, "I've gone temporarily blind." I wasn't kidding.
2. After finding a hotel, we went to the Sahara for their cheap tables and a little breakfast. One word: ham-steak (Is that one word? I used a dash?) Another word: disgusting. I however opted for the omelette, which was borderline inedible, key word being borderline b/c I still ate the entire thing- what can I say, I was hungover and starving, at this point I would have eaten cardboard. After breakfast, we played a little black jack...where I doubled my money. Sure, I doubled it from $10 to $20, but hey, I'm typically an unlucky person and it payed for my breakfast.
F*ck. I'm tired and now I'm busy. The list will continue...do not worry, my little friends.
Reagan