Famous Last Words.
36 Hours until Vegas trip #4 of 2013...can think of no better way to end up the year.
This whole year has been a bit of a Vegas year for me. Trips in April (Luxor), June (Excalibur), October (THEhotel) and now December (NYNY) have been the highlights of an otherwise unremarkable year. Work is unchanged, same dead-end but at times rewarding job. Same tedious cycle of work 5 days, have Wed/Thurs off, never a weekend off, seldom doing much of anything noteworthy.
Same invisibility to the opposite sex. Unless lightning strikes in Vegas, this will be the first year I can remember that I won't have gotten laid. At all. It may have happened in the past; I am, after all, old, but it's been very few and far between if at all. I've had a couple random smooching sessions, and truth be told, I could have taken advantage of a couple situations this year to get the deed done if that was my sole goal, but in every case getting my peener wet would have come with other baggage that put the ixnay on it. I'm sure I could have closed the deal with that girl from Michigan last Vegas trip, but I wasn't really attracted to her, so why bother. I guess that's what being older gets you, a little less raging testosterone to help you make better decisions. Or, in this case, I met her before I dropped a molly that night. Could have ended differently.
Very little else to report on from 2013...really most of the year was either planning Vegas, saving for Vegas, or being in...Vegas.
So, while it's unfair to put all this pressure on a city in Nevada, I'm kinda looking at this last trip as a possible savior to a semi-bland year. I mused on Twitter today that in reality, the six trips I've completed to LV thus far, while fun (and apparently addictive), have actually not been very memorable, at least not in a pants-around-your-ankles, memory-loss, where-did-I-leave-my-llama, is-that-Tiny-Tim-over-there-playing-baccarat kind of way. And yes, I know The Hangover is just a movie, fuckwit.
The way I see it, Vegas owes me a rager. Vegas owes me a once in a lifetime experience that will shame and delight future generations of cocktail waitresses. I've bought the $15 slushees. I've had the $20 wedge salads. I've put well over $37.50 into the penny slots on my trips there. Damn it, Vegas, YOU OWE ME HOOKERS, BLOW AND PREVIOUSLY THOUGHT EXTINCT LAND MAMMALS!
My next post (if I survive to write it) will be Post Mortem, December 2013.
I kinda hope to write it from Clark County Jail.
This whole year has been a bit of a Vegas year for me. Trips in April (Luxor), June (Excalibur), October (THEhotel) and now December (NYNY) have been the highlights of an otherwise unremarkable year. Work is unchanged, same dead-end but at times rewarding job. Same tedious cycle of work 5 days, have Wed/Thurs off, never a weekend off, seldom doing much of anything noteworthy.
Same invisibility to the opposite sex. Unless lightning strikes in Vegas, this will be the first year I can remember that I won't have gotten laid. At all. It may have happened in the past; I am, after all, old, but it's been very few and far between if at all. I've had a couple random smooching sessions, and truth be told, I could have taken advantage of a couple situations this year to get the deed done if that was my sole goal, but in every case getting my peener wet would have come with other baggage that put the ixnay on it. I'm sure I could have closed the deal with that girl from Michigan last Vegas trip, but I wasn't really attracted to her, so why bother. I guess that's what being older gets you, a little less raging testosterone to help you make better decisions. Or, in this case, I met her before I dropped a molly that night. Could have ended differently.
Very little else to report on from 2013...really most of the year was either planning Vegas, saving for Vegas, or being in...Vegas.
So, while it's unfair to put all this pressure on a city in Nevada, I'm kinda looking at this last trip as a possible savior to a semi-bland year. I mused on Twitter today that in reality, the six trips I've completed to LV thus far, while fun (and apparently addictive), have actually not been very memorable, at least not in a pants-around-your-ankles, memory-loss, where-did-I-leave-my-llama, is-that-Tiny-Tim-over-there-playing-baccarat kind of way. And yes, I know The Hangover is just a movie, fuckwit.
The way I see it, Vegas owes me a rager. Vegas owes me a once in a lifetime experience that will shame and delight future generations of cocktail waitresses. I've bought the $15 slushees. I've had the $20 wedge salads. I've put well over $37.50 into the penny slots on my trips there. Damn it, Vegas, YOU OWE ME HOOKERS, BLOW AND PREVIOUSLY THOUGHT EXTINCT LAND MAMMALS!
My next post (if I survive to write it) will be Post Mortem, December 2013.
I kinda hope to write it from Clark County Jail.
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