blogging is gay

Blogging is pretty hard. I have to come up with stories that are interesting enough for you to read. Sounds easy enough, but when I can't keep myself interested in the story I'm trying to tell, I can't even begin to imagine what it's like for the reader. Pretty much like every single poker story i've heard or tried to tell since I've been in Vegas (maybe it's an acquired taste). So with a little luck I will keep this un-poker handish as possible.

I arrived in the City That Never Sleeps last Wednesday. Sad to say but my flight was relatively uneventful, except for after my second layover. As I was sitting there thumbing through Time's 100 Most Influential people of the year or month or something, this banging 11/10 came and asked if anyone was sitting next to me. Obviously the seat was open. We exchanged small talk for a little while before the plane took off. Apparently she was visiting her Grandmother in Oakland or something. Somehow we get to the topic of music, and start talking about Outkast's The Love Below. She tells me how she just broke up with her boyfriend or something and how he had cheated on her (what a fucking idiot I'm thinking to myself) with some girl on a plane to a debate trip (lol debate nerd). Once we got into the air she started getting a little closer, leaning over. I was already pretty nervous because flying is unreal to me, so this made me borderline heart attack. She asked me if I was into hooking up with girls even if I may never see them again. LIKE DUH OBVIOUSLY. Ok that never really happened. I just sat in the same seat for six hours reading Time. I managed to read the three most recent Times magazines, so now I have nothing to read on the way back (beat).

The house (http://www.vrbo.com/26074) is pretty sick in terms of my bankroll (lolmicropro). Obviously it pales in comparison to the other mansions or compounds or whatever you feel like calling them, but I can't really complain.

Let's see...roommates. Everyone is really cool. It's really amazing how easily all of us click together having only one thing in common, TEHpokargame. To all the moms and dads out there, no axe murderers.

As for the city itself, how ridiculous and over the top can one city be? Everything that no one actually needs, or could easily live the rest of their lives without is in this city. I'm not complaining, most of my time is useless, so I can get along with a useless city. Today I walked by a freaking oxygen bar. What the hell. Maybe I'm just an uncultured hick, but last I checked there was plenty of oxygen to go around, I can do without paying for it, thanks.

So far I've run into quite a few characters. There are a few stories I could try to tell but It would just end up being "guess you had to be there" so I'll save you and I the time. As I'm writing this, futuredoc85 (Nathan), costanza_g (Travis), blackize (Brett), Mr. BobboFittos (Rob), AMT (Alex), and flourescenthippo (Matt) are all at the Spearmint Rhino enjoying some of the finer things in life. By now you may be wondering why I am not participating in the celebration of the female anatomy, and I'll tell you exactly why.

See when my parents decided to have the sexaments and produce yours truly, they decided that I should turn 21 just after my Vegas trip. But my parents sexed up a smart kid, so I got a fake (read: another white kid's ID) prior to embarking. So it went something like this...

"Have your ID's out"
Ok heres my ID.
"hmmm...." The bouncer freakin interrogated the ID like it was a terrorist in Guantanamo Bay with or without the bondage, It was dark and I can't remember. He hands me back the ID. He frowns and smiles at it. He laughs he cries. He hands it back to me.

YAHTZEE!

Apparently he's not yet done with the interrogation and needs it back.
He calls over his buddy who smiles at me and says "WORKS FOR ME!" and winks at me.
Gorilla52 says, "I can't accept this."
Ship bengiec to the car.

Luckily DevinLake (Devin Lake) in his endless generosity gives up his evening in the Rhino and drives us back home.

Well that's all I feel like writing about.