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Anyway, back to the old schedule. Vegas is shaping up pretty good. Looks like I'll be staying at the Rio and Caesar's Palace. Now, even though we got an excellent rate and it's a suite, I'm still a bit disappointed that we're staying at Rio instead of New York New York. I guess that's the immature dork in me: I was vaguely excited to stay in a gaudy hotel with the Statue Of Liberty and a roller coaster outside my window. Plus, I refuse to go to the real New York so that would have been the closest substitute. Bullet-proof vests can't be that comfortable.
Once I get back from Vegas though, I really should work on getting a fucking job already. I've been on the inactive list since May 2 and I'm getting a bit punchy. Looking for trouble, drinking too much, downloading EVERYTHING off of Napster, listening to Eminem and DMX for some God-awful reason, that kinda shit...
Ran into Drug Dealer at Barnes And Noble. He's semi-straight now so the prospect of going fishing with him seems like a good idea. But then smoking weed usually goes with the territory. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing. The last time I was stoned, I was reading the phone book. Go figure.
Friday, June 2, 2000, 9:53am Okay, this Vegas trip is officially out of control. Now we're staying for 11 days!!! I mean, yeah, I fucking wanted to go but now, uh gee, that's a bit much.
I could kill Jar Jar. He caved and felt bad that we were missing Pancake Face's wedding so now we're going. Thing is, we can't get a flight out until 3 days after the wedding. Then he made us reservations; granted, these were excellent rates at the Stratosphere, but I just got off the phone with Mother, who is currently in Vegas, and she said a guy just got butchered at the Stratosphere, therefore, staying there is totally out of the question because I draw the line at staying at lodgings where in order to get to the lobby, one has to step around chalk outlines.
So now I just got off the phone and we shall be staying at the Golden Nugget. So now it's Rio, Caesar's Palace, and the Golden Nugget. C'mon down and visit; just ask for Aaron at the front desk.
I think we need to book another show or something because too much free time in that city is fucking dangerous.
Oh, and I'm gonna see Ricky Martin at Mandalay Bay. Just don't ask.
Although all things considered, I don't really mind his music, it's just that I think he's a total-- Sigh. Nevermind, just don't ask. But (one last one), it's actually kinda fun to shake your bon-bon when the song comes on at Oceans but anyway, moving the fuck on...
Anybody know how to get to Trader Joe's?
Gotta brush up on counting cards.
Kidding.
Argh, I can't believe it takes this much effort to plan a vacation.
And we still don't have a fucking car!!!
Went drinking with Bookworm and Linus last night. Miller Lite and Jagermeister.
Linus is one fucked up individual. The boy feels cheated during sex if he doesn't come at least 4 times. A usual round of sex takes him on the average of eight hours. Me and Bookworm just stared at him, jaws on the ground. I mean, I'm lucky if I can manage to do it ONCE. Four times? At the very least? I'm very old. Shit, I probably couldn't do that even when I was twelve. And the look on Linus's face: he was serious. It's always the ones you'd never suspect...
Then Bookworm started telling me this story about how one night they were talking about all the fancy restaurants they take girls to try to impress them. Bookworm tells me that the whole time they're talking about this, Linus is just standing there with this look of utter confusion. Then, straight-face, Linus goes: "If I want to impress a chick, I fuck her." Then the punchline. Birthmark goes, "Well from now on, if I want to impress a chick, I'll get Linus to fuck her."
Then the Gay Vegetarian showed up and called Bookworm's car "a chick car." That was pretty funny cause he was pointing a finger at Bookworm going, "When a gay guy tells you that you drive a chick car, that's pretty fucking bad."
All in all, an odd night and I won a t-shirt. The answer: Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon.
I rented the French "erotica" film Romance and I made the mistake of returning it with the Ex-Work Bunch. I was teased all night. Their favorite way to fuck with me was to quote the blurb from the back of the box: "It's sexually audacious!"
Okay, for the record: I DID NOT RENT A PORNO!!! Can we all just move on?
Anyway, Romance was pretty damn close to a porno. The chick sucked the guy's dick, then this other guy stuck on a condom and fucked her, then this other guy started fingering her and when he took his hand out you could see moisture, then he ties her up and gags her, then the chick gets raped but she doesn't consider it rape because she felt she controlled it, and then the movie ends with a live child birth.
Oh those wacky French!
But still, they actually showed all this shit and it was still, well, French. All this hardcore shit's going on, and the dialogue is so analytical. "The difference between men and women..." "I do not need to feel love but physical yadda yadda yadda..." and this chick is saying all of these theories while she's getting porked! All in all, an interesting rent. Cautiously recommended.
Oh frick, this whole entry is offensive. I apologize for even posting this shit. Don't mind me. I didn't get any sleep yet. I'm always like this when I'm unemployed. Plus, you know, Vegas and all that.
11:37am Ohh, weird. Camel Girl called and asked me to keep her company cause she was coming in to town for the afternoon. I couldn't make it but we ended up talking for a while and she told me some stuffs. Interesting... Damn... It's a small island, be careful who you fuck. And she has the fucking gall to tease me about the movies I rent...
