2004-05-02 | VEGA$ION

Sorry I haven't written in a while sir diary.

I'm on vacation in the capital city of hell, a.k.a. Las Vegas.

For the last few days I've been on a shitty sleeping schedule, shittier diet, and I've been experiencing the shittiest in television programming, because I only have about 10 channels, including PBS, CNN, CNBC and Tele-freaking-mundo.

Day one: Arrived at 8 something and had breakfast, then waited around for what seemed like forever for our room to be ready. Chinese buffet for dinner.

Day two: Buffet for the first meal of the day and directly to the lanes for some bowling at breakfast. 3 games and I don't think I broke 150. Semi-disappointing. The same buffet for dinner.

Day three: Buffet for breakfast and then all day sleeping. Fancy restaurant for dinner. Great bread, a caesar salad and a juicy rib eye steak. Delicious.

Day four: Woke up too late for the breakfast buffet. Caught a city bus to the strip. Got off in between the Aladdin and New York, New York. Looked for a place to eat. Decided on a burger joint in the New York. Pretty good. Then went to the ESPN zone. Not really all that great. Wondered why I wanted to go there so bad. Then Stephanie had to go to Sephora at the Aladdin, so I gambled a little while she did that. We both lost some money, but she got some kind of product in return for her lost funds. All I got was some annoying banter from a midget emcee who was trying to get rid of Aladdin coffee mugs while I was playing the poker machine. He was kind of funny, but everyone was ignoring him because.....the only thing I can think of is that he was a midget. Ironically, later that night I played an Austin Powers poker machine featuring none other than Mini-me. Chinese buffet for dinner again. We also had a midnight snack. Well, more like a 1 a.m. snack. Shrimp cocktail, nachos and a pastrami sandwich. Thought I would combust, but I survived.

Today: Brunch-ffet. Then a slight case of boredom. Dreading going back home tomorrow.

Didn't really do anything too productive on this trip but that's part of what being on vacation is all about. Not doing anything. Just relaxing and enjoying life and finding out how cool it would be to be retired, so you can make yourself sick everytime you go to work for the rest of your life.

I'll try and do better next time. On vacation and on my diary.

Peace out.

Seacrest out.

Take out.

In-N-Out.

That's what hamburgers are all about.

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