Viva TEX Vegas
So I am back, and decided against doing a blog a day. It seems a bit much. So here are some thoughts. Vegas is REAL good and making your remember “Don’t trust anybody”. Security guards all over the place really bring you back down, regardless of how much O2 is getting pumped into you. Speaking of O2, there are just as much bars for O2 than there are regular bars, it’s crazy.
The days were pretty uneventful, we did tons of touristy shit and that was what it was. I would have liked to gamble and drink more, but unforeseen circumstances pretty much ruined that. Now I am not saying it wasn’t cool seeing the wax museum, but I will be damned if I didn’t want to punch Valena in the ovaries for taking no less than 3 pictures of everything.
The hookers in Vegas are REALLY good looking. But if you need replant, take your girlfriend/wife because they avoided me like the plague. But Tex being Tex HAD to interact with at least one. So while we walked by a group of two of them, they hand out at busy areas around slot machines, I laid down the swagger saying something along the lines of “How are you ladies doing?” The girlfriend thought it was funny. I think.
If you’re going to play craps, make sure you scope the table out for dudes who suck so you can leave the table. I entered a table and was up a good amount of money, till a dude rolled a 3, 12, 3, then a 7 after a initial roll of 6. FUCK THAT GUY.
