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2004-12-14

Las Vegas Trip

I guess this should be the Vegas report. Do I give an "event by event description" or do I give an "emotional how I was feeling" kind of entry. The things that I think about.

Well, as far as the events go, Gene gave me a ride to the airport. I got there about an hour and a half early. More than enough time to get in, find my gate, get searched (wow, that's the first time I've flown since 9/11 they ain't messing around) make my way to the gate, find out that I was checked in (duh! online check-in) and head to the bar. The bar was crowded with other departees to Vegas (the vegas flight before us was delayed an hour so we were leaving at about the same time.) That, of course, meant that there was a lot of party folk in the bar looking to get a head start on their weekend. I talked to a New Zealand woman for about 45 minutes (she actually bought me a beer) which was interesting and helped to pass the time.

Got on the flight on-time and was kinda buzzed as I got on the flight. Fortunately, the two ladies sitting next to me were talkers and we got into a conversation about kids, being bad, why I should learn about birth control (whenever I make the mistake of telling people how many children and mothers that I have it inevitably becomes the topic of conversation.) Anyway, they were fun and made the time fly and in no time at all we were in Vegas.

I got off the plane and made my way to where I was meeting Vegas Girl. She didn't see me so I was able to sneak behind her and pretend that I was waiting for someone until she noticed it was me. We headed out to her truck and held hands as we walked out. It just felt natural.

We drove to Fremont St. We were both hungry so we stopped at the California Casino to get a bite to eat at the cafe. After eating, she watched me gamble for a little bit (lost) and we headed back to her house. We were both tired so basically we just went to bed when we got there. In no time at all, we were messing around.

Now remember, my dick was still kinda fucked up from my previous encounter with Alabama. It was dark and it worked (although it was pretty sore)and we both came. So all was good (We used condoms. The first condom we tried was a normal one and I couldn't get the thing on my dick. It was a combination of sore pee-pee and my normal problem of trying to get those things on. Yeah, I know, I see people put their hands in them and they fit and don't break and all that. That doesn't mean that they don't constrict you and actually if not hurt become distracting to the point of loss of erection. Grrr! Fortunately, she had a condom that was left over from her last boyfriend, one of those "magnum" condoms, lol. That's funny. Magnum. It worked splendidly though. I had to go buy some more the next day.)

In the morning we woke up, she made me breakfast and we went to get my head shaved with a straight razor at The El Cortez downtown. That went well, gambled a little more, and then went home to get ready to go out saturday night. It was her friend's b-day so we headed to Pink ez which is a club close to The Rio. Had a few beers and got to meet her friends. They seemed to be your typical late 30's rock n roller types (not really my scene but they were nice enough) and then headed back to her place. Did the hot tub thing (it felt really good, what with me being sore and all) and afterwords just went straight to sleep I was so relaxed.

Sunday consisted of waking up, eating breakfast, watching The Chargers game on T.V. (we won...again!) then going to the luxor to see the Blue Man Group. Excellent. That was something else. Would like to see it again. Gambled a little after that, went back to her place, fell asleep, woke up and then headed to the airport at 4:45 am to catch my flight. OK, those are the facts. Here's the emotional stuff.

I had no more shit left when I went to Vegas. I did the last of it before I flew out to vegas (I didn't want to bring it on the plane with me.) For most of the weekend I was coming down off of a speed run. I was pleasant enough but definitely pretty fucken tired. I slept alot. Which wasn't a bad thing actually. She just thought that I was catching up on sleep that I couldn't catch up on at home. I forgot a couple of things that bugged me about her the first time that I met her.

One, she's extremely neurotic. She has 3 dogs. They have little kennels that they sleep in. When 2 of them that get along are out, the other one is in. When that one is out, the two go into their kennels. Just bizzare. Three, the sex is pretty much straight vanilla. She cums but only once and then that's it for her. Boooooorrrriinnnng! She is very nice though and very much was trying to make sure that I had a good time. To that end, she was tolerating me want to gamble. It was one of those things where I could feel her boring holes in my neck with her eyes as she was "tolerating" it. Thank God for her being like that cuz on the last night I got on a good streak with the video poker got myself up to even for the trip and then she wouldn't let me gamble anymore.

To summarize it all up, it might have been better if I had drugs but probably not. I remembered the things that I didn't so much dig about her, and although she's way cool, I couldn't see anything more than a "come out there every couple of months and fuck her" kind of relationship coming from it. I think that's mutual. Even though the sex is kind of lame, she really likes it. So, that's how all that went. This might be my longest entry of all time.