Here's what I think about Vegas...
There is just too much pressure to have insanely wild, irresponsible, naughty fun in Vegas. So what if I worked all day and want to take a nap? Sure I'll sleep when I'm dead- but I'm tired now!
And I don't care if there are only old people at the Harrah's pool- I refuse to wait in line and pay $20 to sweat in an overcrowded, STD infected pool at the Palms. Besides - I look like a dime in a bag of pennies at Harrah's.
And sure the restaurants are unbelievable in Vegas - but when you are living on a shoestring budget and are paying $14 for a teeny tiny glass of Vodka Tonic - McDonald's isn't a bad choice for dinner - I have priorities you know. Besides, I need to drink something to deal with all the spiky hair assholes that think they can grab my waist as I walk by them in the club.
Lastly, if I hear "What happens in Vegas..." again- I'll stab someone in the eye. Although I guess it is kinda of funny for my friend Dennis whose Rolex stayed in Vegas ... along with the hooker that jacked it from his hotel room. Shame shame!
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