Las Vegas Means "The Meadows" in English! It Should Be Called "Las Personas Gordidas"

Drinking margaritas out of a plastic Eiffel Tower at the Paris Casino

Well, what can I say about my weekend in Las Vegas? I got drunk. It's hard not to when everyone's always drinking: in restaurants, in the bathroom, on the street, even in coffee shops. Yes, the weekend was one long binge. I gambled. There may not be slot machines in the bathrooms, but they are everywhere else, including the slot machines. I won't tell you whether I lost or won any money, but let's just say that if I did WIN, you would know about it. I got pretty tired of all the velvet ropes and other symbols of status that Vegas is known for...at least when I wasn't invited:

Drinking champagne and listening to rap music in a Hummer stretch limo with 16 of my co-workers

A bunch of babes fawning over me

I did get the chance to see an old Seattle pal over the weekend. Danny was staying with his parents in a residential neighborhood of Las Vegas after breaking his leg in a freak accident. At home he has a bit of help while recovering from his fall. It was a much needed vacation from my vacation enjoying a great meal with Danny and his family. It was the first time all weekend that I substituted Diet Coke for alcohol.

Danny greeting me at his parents' house

Then I went out and got really drunk, getting to bed around 4 in the morning. Two-and-a-half hours later I rolled out of bed and took a shuttle to the airport. If you're the type of person who enjoys very expensive cans of soda, men that look like women, and crying in the shower as you scrub layer after layer of skin off your tainted nude body, Las Vegas is a great place to be. Damn! I forgot to visit the Hoover Dam!

Link to more pictures from the Las Vegas weekend here