Vegas, Baby! Part 1
About a six weeks ago, I received a nice bonus check. This could not have come at a better time, as I was flying out to Las Vegas for a consultation, AND my motherboard got fried the day after I received my cheddar. I ordered a new system from CyberPower, and prepared myself for long nights of poker and prostitutes.
I flew out to Nevada on Thursday the 24th with another consultant and caught the company limo to the Mandalay Bay where we had a 2-bedroom suite reserved. This was the view from my bedroom:
(The green tint comes from the gold inlaid on the outside windows)
These are pictures of my Jacuzzi and the dining area leading to my bedroom:
I had to be at work the next day, so I thought it a capital idea to go drinking and take the tram to the Luxor. The tram could almost be considered a ride, because if you’re not holding on to anything, you may well get tossed to the back. Once I arrived, I got this picture. I’m pretty sure everybody gets this one, and I am ashamed that it came out so blurry:
I dropped $100 at the Let it Ride table, then walked over to the Excalibur:
Back at the room I started thinking about calling a hooker, but my roommate wanted to talk about chicks we work with. Blaah! I humored him for awhile, and he got so drunk that he finally went to his room, so…
(continue to part 2)
I flew out to Nevada on Thursday the 24th with another consultant and caught the company limo to the Mandalay Bay where we had a 2-bedroom suite reserved. This was the view from my bedroom:
(The green tint comes from the gold inlaid on the outside windows)
These are pictures of my Jacuzzi and the dining area leading to my bedroom:
I had to be at work the next day, so I thought it a capital idea to go drinking and take the tram to the Luxor. The tram could almost be considered a ride, because if you’re not holding on to anything, you may well get tossed to the back. Once I arrived, I got this picture. I’m pretty sure everybody gets this one, and I am ashamed that it came out so blurry:
I dropped $100 at the Let it Ride table, then walked over to the Excalibur:
Back at the room I started thinking about calling a hooker, but my roommate wanted to talk about chicks we work with. Blaah! I humored him for awhile, and he got so drunk that he finally went to his room, so…
(continue to part 2)
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