"Shake the Glitter Off Your Clothes"

I spent the late/early morning hours packing and generally ransacking my apartment as the roommates watched. Some time around 4:00 our group circled up and departed CS-town. I don't really remember much. Blackmail drove me and Giggles (who was demoted from another name) to go pick up Moonshine, someone who is worse at packing than me! We made it to Houston around 5:00 or so and then Blackmail's mama drove us all to the airport (6:00). The sun started peaking out around our departure time (7:00) and I flew off to Vegas too tired to recall much from what my dead-people class showed me in respect to airline crashes.

We spent a large part of the day wondering around the strip waiting for our hotel room to be ready. We all sat down at MGM's slots, mostly for the sake of sitting down, and simultaneously learned one thing: never play the F*@%ing slots. Across the street from the lion themed casino was New York... or something like it. Moonshine and Giggles left me and Blackmail in a massive arcade to ride a roller coater (I assume named New York Stock Exchange). I tried to play two different Jurassic Park shooter games, but found them both to be broken money eaters. Those two were not the exception in that arcade, but the rule; like the slots in the casino lobby, those games were out of calibration... broken, rundown, and probably covered in some new strain of hepatitis. New York New York provides a casino and arcade experience surprisingly similar to the actual New York city!

We bought groceries and finally retired to our hotel room for some much needed sleep before preparing for nightlife activities. Moonshine, the only one capable of accessing the internet, tracked our night to go through a string of gay clubs the internets referred to affectionally as the 'fruit loop'. Unfortunately, Moonshine didn't look at the walking distance to said locations, leading Blackmail to walk 2 miles in shoes unbefitting, further impairing group movement for the rest of the trip. Gypsy featured a more small town feel and a drag show featuring several talented girls (note to editor: add question marks at the end of every verb and noun in the last sentence). Ultimately I was assaulted by a plus sized drag queen, something Giggles was all too happy about. Across the street was another gay club featuring a room blasting tejano music and in another, go-go boys wearing awkward attire that made me vicariously embarrassed.

Finally we hobbled down to the Hard Rock casino and ate dinner at a restaurant showing a Steven Segual movie. It was a long day. All of us were ready to pass out in the cab ride home, wondering how we were going to get up the next day. I guess that's what you get, for waking up in Vegas.