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 Vegas road trip is the booze. Just a couple of Gaelic Clusterfucks (Tullamore Dew/Harp) and a regular boilermaker. No hookers. No blow. No hookups. No shag disasters. No new LTRs/divorces. No Doug on the roof.
There is still no explanation for waking up alone but(t) naked. Or the other surprises. Just shut and be grateful the tale was met with “bemused and nonchalant,” rather than “mortified.”
We’re off to SEMA. Yes, we’re meeting up with old classmates while there. No, there is not an agenda or an expectancy, except Vegas-y Vegasness, clogged with crazier-than-usual cars. And that’s plenty.
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.
We were invited to drop 500 words on a website tied to a major player in the auto industry, about our experience at CES 2013.
My Editor: I understand you’re pretty funny as a writer, and… Legal Department (butting in): … well, comedy is something we usually squash a kind of hobby of ours. Well– Well, actually, it’s a little more than just a hobby. Reader’s Digest is considering publishing two of our jokes. Me: Really? Legal Department: Yeah. And perhaps some night we could maybe get together and swap humorous stories for-for fun. Me: Oh, why not? Maybe play a couple of Adele records. That’d be a hoot.
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.