Like all good bureacrats (and an army of bad ones as well) I am off on another vacation. If the title didn't completely give it away (in which case you probably aren't smart enough to read, much less find my blog) I am going to Sin City.
What would a middle aged bureaucrat be doing in Sin City you ask? Well, use your imagination and remember what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas (along with a goodly portion of your savings account).
I love Las Vegas. Where else can you see the world's cheesiest Castle, a 2/3rd size replica of the Eiffel Tower AND the Brooklyn Bridge all in walking distance?
Last time I went there on vacation I went on a mission to find the cheapest food in the city, and MAN is there some cheap food in Las Vegas. There is the 12 inch hot dog for 99 cents, the 99 cent Marguerita, the 99 cent Shrimp Cocktail, the 99 cent bottle of beer (starting to see a pattern are we?) the only thing that these items have in common is that they all cause SEVERE indigestion. I could not eat hotdogs for nearly four months after ingesting one of these little beauties at Westward Ho (I swear every time I see that name I think of an army of prostitutes being called out from Baltimore to join the party).
The time before I decided to ride every ride in Las Vegas, including the New York New York rollercoaster. I swear that thing made my brain hurt and possibly killed a couple thousand fully functioning cells. Even though they have strict rules about emptying your pockets and not taking your purse etc. the first 360 loop had a rain of change and a very deadly looking ink pen fly by my head.
Wish me luck and hope to goodness I don't break down and eat another hotdog!
Posted by sychotic1
at 3:15 PM PDT
