So here's my deal with Vegas. It's weird.
Only in Vegas do I feel guilty spending money to eat, but not drink. Only in Vegas do I have the sudden confidence to walk up to a bouncer at a club and without even exchanging words, know that he will let me in to the VIP area. Only in Vegas do people pay $500 dollars for a lousy bottle of Grey Goose and then give it away like water. Only in Vegas do I make idle chitchat with skeezeballs in return for booze.
Only in Vegas have I ever come close to thinking "Jesus, I'm a hop, skip and a jump from being a hooker."
1 comment:
EXACTLY. you couldn't have taken the thoughts/words out of my head/mouth more perfectly. do I know you??
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