The Last 48 hours in Vegas

To be honest, a good portion of the last forty-eight hours of my trip in Vegas is kind of a blur. I am doing my best to piece it together from the fragments of my mind. So, here goes nothing.

First off, let’s talk about the “THE DARK KNIGHT.” With only a few foibles, this is what a comic book superhero movie should be. I will not reveal any of the plot to y’all, but I will tell you this, Heath Ledger’s deception of the Joker clearly shows why the Joker is such a dangerous psychopath. M, J and I had to go to Red Rock Casino near the mountains to see the movie. It was utter insanity to get into the movie, even with pre-purchased tickets off the internet. The only seats that were left in the theatre were done in front. Even at this crappy angle, the movie was a miracle to behold. This movie will win some Oscars for the cinematography and stunts alone, and you can take that to the bank.

One of the allures of Las Vegas is gambling. Gambling is everywhere in this town from the gas stations, the grocery stores, the bars, and anywhere else you can think of people. I did not want to gamble while I was in Vegas because I did not want to become one of the mindless tourist drones that would sit at a machine or a table for minutes, hours, and days on end. And trust me bojack, there were quite of few of these characters at Red Rock Casino when we got there for “THE DARK KNIGHT” and when we left. To be honest, it was damn scary seeing people exist like that while I was on vacation.

Saturday was “X-Mas in July” at a bar near where M & J lived. Women in bikinis, cheep beer, and house prizes. From my cell phone pics, and the account from J was that I did the following: a.) I drank about five beer steins (22 oz to 32 oz) full of beer and five jello shots, b.) was talking and hitting on most of the women that worked at this bar, and c.) talked a lot in general. My memory of that night is fragmented, at best, and at worst, shot.

I would not recommend being hung over and taking a four hour airplane flight, especially with very little on your stomach and five hours of sleep. AirTran is a great airline with some beautiful flight attendants. I think if it was not for them and the five Sprites that I drank on the way home, I would have vomited on the plane and made a spectacle of myself.

I have some other random observations about Vegas, but I will save them for a later time. Fast Times at Ridgemont High is coming on. “What are you, people? On dope?” – God, I love me some Mr. Hand and Jeff Spicoli.