Woah...
So, I went to Vegas this weekend and had an awesome time! I have to say, however, NEVER stay at the Circus Circus...(it is only permissable if there are no other viable accomodation offers.) We got to the hotel barely before midnight, checked in and went to our original room on the 14th floor. Upon arrival to the room, we realized our keys didn't work, so back to the reception desk Luis travelled. He goes up to said room a second time (with new keys) only to discover that, yet again, they don't work. Trip number three to the reception desk was a bit more interesting: Luis was told that there was a possibility that there was someone in the room still, so they were sending him back with another new set of keys and security would check on our progress. Sure enough, the keys didn't work. At this point severe frustration sets in and we aren't talking to one another. Just sitting on the floor of the hall, pissed off, with full bladders, waiting for security to let us in to our stupid room. It is now almost 2AM and the security guard comes bolting through the emergency exit (conveniently located by our locked and possibly occupied room). He tries for about 3 minutes to defeat the stubborn door before coming to the realization that perhaps it the lock is simply dead. SO, he tell us to wait in the hall for a bit longer and he would go down to reception and switch our rooms for us. Fifteen minutes later, he returns to take us on two different elevators to a room on the seventh floor. Guess what? The keys didn't work there at first either! He was able to get us in, but needed to get the hotel engineer to come down and fix it...At long last, we finally got our room. We met up with Don, Vanessa, & Nicole and took off to hit up the night life.

The next morning/afternoon we went to the Bellagio for the buffet, which was good. I was bummed though, because I got really dehydrated and thought I was going to yack, so I couldn't maximize the buffet experience. After we ate, we began drinking...and that didn't stop until just before we went to sleep . (about 12 hours of drinking can really wear you out!) We walked around and gambled a bit, ate dinner at New York New York, danced at the MGM...It was rad! It felt really good to go out and have a good time and not have to worry about waking up early or running errands or any of that stuff...

Sunday morning Luis and I checked out of the hotel and hit up the midway to play games and win stuffed animals. Luis kicked ass on those machines where you use the claw to picked a stuffed character. Those things never work, but he walked away with Alf and Squidworth. I won a monkey on a toss game and Luis won an orange bear on the horseraces (where you roll the ball in the holes to make the horse advance). We went to the Pink Pony Cafe where I couldn't eat my food because it tasted like ass. I felt bad though so I just ate part of the side dish. I didn't want to draw attention and send it back or order something else. And at that point, my hangover started to kick in and I really didn't feel like eating anymore. After lunch, we gambled a bit more and then headed home...

Monday, I went to work and the whole day I just wanted to go home and sleep. I haven't been feeling very well for the last few days, for various reasons, and my apartment sounds so much more inviting than anything else....In a few days i will be better, but for now,I feel yucky...

Sigh...Well, I am going to go take my lunch break...

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