So I love Las Vegas. I have been there 238947382 times and the amount of pages worth of trip reports I have for my many trips, is eleventy billion times that number.
Today, we shall be revisiting a single day back in December of 2008:
Monday, December 29, 2008 – Day Eighteen of Twenty One
Today is laundry day. I don’t really need to do laundry anymore this trip but I need to be at a machine where I put in money and take SOMETHING out of it.
Today is also moving day. I’m leaving Fitzgeralds and checking into Sahara.
Once packed, I called the bell desk to have my bags picked up and stored. I then pulled a Ross-from-Friends and stayed in my room until checkout. This was a mistake because my channel flipping got me the Maury Povich show. Today’s theme is “Pregnant at 13 – Who is the Father”. It seems a whole lotta under aged chicks boffed a whole lotta dudes and don’t know WHICH predator the father is. As if this isn’t disturbing enough, there was never a mention of statutory rape, nor were there any police officers there to bum rush the stage to handcuff anyone who was proven to have committed statutory rape once the paternity results were in.
That’s enough, I am out of here.