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Chapter One (Viva Las Vegas)
So, this was it, the plane had landed. After Two months of
anticipation, we were here, Vegas. It just seemed like yesterday when me and
mark were enjoying a fine football game between the Ti-Cats and our beloved
Argo's at the eight wonder of the world, the Sky Dome. Mark had causally
mentioned that he had some time off at the end of the year, and he wanted to see
if the legends were true. Phone calls were made, fax's sent, couriers couriered,
homing pigeons homed, prices compared, visa cards exchanged, strangers stopped
in the streets, all for our comfort. Now, with our tickets in hand, we were
ready. We had came to eat drink and fuck our way through this city, no matter
what it took. But, this was no easy task. Vegas was daunting, hotels the size
of...really big hotels stood in our way, Shit kickers, Cadets and Mormons
populated them, and it was up to us to sort though them, purify them, all for
the sake of a good time. By 7 we had checked into our hotel, Bally's, and we
were ready. Right next to us was the imperial palace, our original choice for
logging, but, we had heard that it had been secretly been taken over by Nazi's
sometime during the fall of 1996, some sort of strange plan to establish a
fourth Reich. We wanted no part of that. Now, it was time to go. We head on the
express rail and it was of to the MGM Grand. Threw this long and harrowing ride,
you see the real Vegas, the back lot, this is where all the dealers, showgirls
and bell boys live. Almost like a shanty town. There was nothing, no lights, no
billboards, just the shattered dreams of people who were in Vegas no to Party,
but to serve the people who party. When we reached our destination, we found out
the legends were true, buffets, the size of, really large buffets, existed, I
sat myself down and had the best combination Ravioli fried chicken roast beef
dinner ever. But now, it was time to gamble. Remembering my dying Grandfathers
words, "When you play Blackjack, always bet on....RED!" I plunked down
my money. With in Five Minutes I was down 40 bucks US. The hell with that. It
was time to head for my temporary home. Here I was pleased to find out the beer
was only 25 cents. Now I was ready for beer and clothing in Las Vegas. I plunked
down 25 dollars, and asked for 100 beers. Much to my chagrin, there was a two
beer limit.......
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