It's only a few days now...

...until the LSWTF crew (well some of us) gathering ourselves up by the boots and travel to the city the doesn't sleep, cause if you sleep you're dead, likely by the zombies that are now infesting the desert wasteland that was once known as Las Vegas, Nevada.

You can hear it humming on the horizon, a constant buzzing sound in your ear, the sound that can only be the impending doom to our livers and various other body parts. Dews, Say Hey and the others have it easy as they were smart enough to only touchdown in that place for less then 48 hours. I however have decided, if you're gonna do anything, might as well do it right, just like Horatio Alger.

Though our party has fallen by the wayside, some damned by the main who keeps them chained to their employment. Others though have been taken out of play since apparently they are a character on Oregon Trail and has been stricken with the measles, at 28 years old. I have not seen the evidence so I cannot confirm nor deny whether it is in fact measles or this fat bastard slept with a Boomer Sooner and came down with Syphilis.

Do not worry faithful readers, this adventurous reporter will not let things like gambling, booze and strippers keep him from a story. I will be reporting on what is sure to be a shit show, the UFC 81 weigh in Friday afternoon. I've always wanted to see a man fight a rabid bear, which is what we're likely to see Saturday night. Then on Sunday we make our way to the Belagio to lose our minds, place some bets, and watch Giselle Brady put up the most points in Super Bowl history.

I'm trying to write something here, but this morning has seemed to slow down as if this was a camera pan in some English Jane Austen movie as they keyhaul my limp body over the coral reef of Jamaica. The good news is I was able to cancel my hotel reservation last night since we no longer have the appropriate amount of people and just took two nights (Thursday and Sunday) at two important hotels...Circus Circus and The Flamingo.