It's Vegas, baby. Vegas.

PART II
Wednesday, September 12, 2007

So I get to my room after a very long walk. I no sooner sit down when my phone rings. My brother says dad wired my money and lets walk to the Western Union(which is by The Flamingo) and pick up a sweaty, wad of cash. Maybe it doesn't seem that far away, but when you are as fat as I am. And I AM FAT. It's like lifting weights while walking. No one in my family seems to understand this. They think, "Oh it'll be good exercise". Well sure if you want to do squats for a mile or so. So after cursing him out we drive to the Western Union. Well It's not that easy to just drive done the strip and park in the Western Union parking lot(Because there isn't one) So we park at the Paris. Then walk through Paris and Bally's and try to find the stupid cash store. Finally I pass out on the ground and say go on without me. So he does and arrives back in twenty minutes. YAY MONEY!! So we go to the grocery store and stock up my room bar with a fifth of rum, a fifth of Jagermeister, and a premixed bottle of margaritas. I hike to my room and commence drinking. Soon my room is crowded with people of various types. I mean my family. Well I have a fine time. You're a pretty girl. Everyone goes out on the strip, but Chris and I stay in and watch a marathon of Everybody Loves Raymond. You may think boring. SO WHAT?? It's my trip and I wanted to relax and drink and I got to while everyone else had to work all week. So I got mine. So just eat it and mind your own business.

(To be continued)