Monday, August 15, 2005

"Let's get down to brass tacks. How much for the ape?"

Vegas was filled with the sort of irreverent and non-sensible adventures that I think only someone who had undertaken the adventure would truly be able to appreciate.

There were the usual appearances...
gambling, drinking, the cursing of fate-

The not so usual...

The Amish Ninja, Liberace gravitational pulls (then being honked at to get up off the street),

Then those bits of abstract that still confuse, even after hours of catch up sleep and no alcohol.

Tut-humping, Blue fist fisting, The politics of Daubing, singing the secret jingle called, "Welcome to Barstow!"

I could never bring a fair portrayal to the weekend, but if you'd like to read my compatriots takes on it all, you can read about them here, and here when they get around to typing about it.

Lessons Learned-

On Las Vegas Blvd, every man who dreams hard enough can be Britney,
It is in fact possible to be pulled over by a policeman on a horse,
and the whores clock out in front of the Barbary Coast at about 5 a.m.

And teh suck, no more pirates at Treasure Island-no more skull and crossbones on the sign.
It's now called T I and it S U C K S


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