Did you ever wonder how the bed sheet toga was invented? Probably, it was in Vegas. Whiskey was involved. Whiskey is always involved, somehow. Then you wake up naked. Alone in a bed, but not alone. And not in a place where being discovered (bad naked) is any more appealing than being awake (Whiskey). Problem, meet solution.
Whiskey is the devil. We all know that. Boozy encounters with chicks – those always end well, too. Especially when they’re friends. Add in Vegas and a corporate expense account. Shake well. Shit happens.But not in the way you might expect (based on your personal experiences on every other trip to Vegas ever). Sometimes, all there is to confess after a…
Las Vegas is like a reef. Predators in the shadows and crevices, luring you in and kicking your broke ass carcass out once the $ stops flowing. Scavengers looking for any lost treasures (hopefully beer or money). Schools of oblivious tourists cruising back and forth, assuming someone else will lose out – not them, not today.
And then there are the sea anemones.