next stop: vegas, please

watchthesky84: vegas was a little weird
watchthesky84: i totally don't understand the point of it
Arce11o: yea i've never had an interest in Vegas
watchthesky84: i didn't like gambling, i don't really drink, and did you know they hand out hooker trading cards on ever street?
watchthesky84: bizzarre.
Arce11o: yea it doesn't interest me at all
watchthesky84: yeah, it never interested me, but i gave it a try.
watchthesky84: i'm thinking i'm going to mail sean some of those prostitute cards, though.
watchthesky84: "dear sean, found you a nice girl. her name is brandi and she has shiny things on her nipples. love, stowell."
Arce11o: haha
Arce11o: nice
watchthesky84: "ps she only costs $35 a night! what a steal."
watchthesky84: i don't really know anything about prostitute wages/pay rates, but i'm guessing $35 a night means "don't go near that"
Arce11o: yea i would assume so

...yep.

the digs

so, the fianz goes to get a hotel room for us, while i'm stranded in boston waiting on my flight. when i finally arrive, he tells me we got an "upgrade" and won't tell me what it is until we're away from the crowds of people. we get into the car, and he tells me how, when he was getting the room, the girl at the desk asked "just one?"

"no, there are two of us staying there."

"who's the other person?"

"my finace, sarah."

"oh," girl winks. "i'll give you an upgrade, then."

"and what's the upgrade?" asks i.

"um...a mirror." pause. "...over the bed."

here's the rest:







"oh...also there's a bathtub in the middle of the room."



so...yeah. this...should be interesting.