Viva Las Vegas - My weekend in Vegas

I went to Las Vegas this weekend and I just got back and I'm tired. In fact, I've been very tired these last few weeks as I started my new job and I have to commute a long distance and time. This is the reason that I haven't been updating this blog as often. I want to but my mind and body is weary. But now on with the story.

I had a chance to see the great comedian Stven Wright in Las Vegas. He performed at the Orleans and the show was amazing. He mainly did alot of his material from his second album but he added new material and he still has it. He killed.

The crowd was mainly older,white people. I'm not kidding you. I think that my girlfriend and I were the only brown people there. I wanted to take video and pics of the show but it was forbidden.

We stayed at Excaliber and I almost had a panic attack as I forgot to bring my supplements and it was crowded with young people who may have been here on Spring break. There were tons of douche bags and wanna be Jersey Shore types. I kept my head low and tried to avoid bumping in to people.

Did you ever hear that song by R. Kelley called bump and grind? Well there is a line in that song that says, "my mind is telling me no, but my body is telling me yes..." Well in Vegas, I had a Kelley Reversal. My mind was saying Yes. Yes I'm going to party. Yes I'm going to gamble. Yes I'm going to party like a rock star. But my body was telling me hell no!

I didn't even drink that much and I got drunk or tired but whatever you call it, it equaled the same thing, an early trip to the hotel. I gazed in amazement at the swarm of young people with energy, enthusiasm, and hope. I thought, I remember when I had stammina. I was freaking tired and so was my girlfriend so we got excited at the prospect of getting a good night sleep. Time for a taxi.

THE TAXI DRIVE
I raise my hand for a cab and got picked up outside the Orleans.

"Yeah what's up guys. I got to tell you. I almost got caught off. You know there are alot of Somalians. Around here they do whatever it takes to earn a buck. I tell you. I was in Somalia when I was in the millitary and I saw a Somalian man beat up an old lady to take her food. Can you imagine that. If it happened here?"

The topics ranged from the Los Angeles Dodgers, why powerful and rich people are heartless, Feudalism, and Obama. Oh yeah he ended the ride by urging me to "look up the word fascism."

I got to the room and knocked out.

The next day we went to downtown Vegas where it is more laid back and we gambled at The Stratosphere. I played the horses and my strategy was to bet on the long shots because, I figured, all it takes is one to come through and I'd be up! I'm keeping my day job. I lost playing horses and Video Poker. I also watched the college games and was amused at the smack talk that the betters made with each other.

"ATL ATL"
Another guy kept bursting out, "Black and Yellow Black and Yellow". I think he was into bees.

I didn't lose that much and had a great, relaxing, time. I ate like a beast:
NY Style Pizza, Thai Food, Mc Donalds, and TGI Fridays.

My diet will resume tomorrow.