To borrow a joke from the Simpsons, the chronology of our time in Vegas goes something like this;
Check in to hooters
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Check in to bellagio
- scenes missing -
Leave Vegas
Somewhere in there featured magicians, topless pools and go-go dancers. Cirque du soleil and Tony the oldest blackjack dealer in the world. $65 losses in poker and $130 rolls at the roulette table. We drank huge quantities of margaritas and formidably strong gin and tonics. We saw the venetian, the rio, the mirage, treasure island and spent a lot of money in bill's gambling hall. We met up with Joe Ridgley and a girl he kidnapped from the camp he worked at and spent 15 minutes in the same room as a man in cap purporting to be Michael Phelps. We didn't ride the New York, New York roller coaster or the thing at the top of the stratosphere. We saw Thai brides and millionaires as well as a healthy collection of pimps and hookers.Nobody got married.
And in the midst of all this we seem to have lost Emily...
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