For my animal’s birthday, we have scrounged a trip to Vegas- that’s what’s been keeping me going through the first long-ass month at the job.
We are away tomorrow. It’s a good, good thing.
Meeting z111 for the first time.
Meeting up with my wise and savage compadre, The Silverback.
Being in Vegas for Hunter Thompson’s birthday alongside said Silverback. “Despite his racial handicap, this man is very important to me“. Circus Circus, dressed up like human peacocks. Bad Craziness.
My intended Magical Misery Tour – I intend to hit every pawnshop I see, and sip the delicate cream which rises to the top of huiman suffering.
A stay with my animal at the Mirage, it’s pool, and it’s gigantic fucking volcano- so huge you can feel the heat across four lanes of traffic.
Four days off work.
Cirque d’ Solieil.
Seeing Vegas again without being deathly ill.
Dinner at Emeril’s, and trying to make my money back at the bellagio Dinner Buffet- Prime rib and sashimi ’till they cart me to the hospital.
My first real vacation, with my animal leashed in tow.
I’ll post updates as things happen.