Good Morning Sunshine

Greetings and salutations good readers. It's 6AM in Las Vegas and your humble author is still not in bed from last night. To say I imbibed a bit would probably be an understatement, so let's leave it at I had a good time. When this started, I never thought that I would be posting in an altered state, but hell, it's Vegas and you have to cut loose once in awhile.

The shows have been good so far. After last night's yuk fest, I was at the bar with two of the other comics. We enjoyed some adult sodas, and discussed important matters. After all the problems of the world had been solved, and half the GNP of Germany had been drunk, it was time for me to learn Craps.

I had always wanted to learn Craps. The Craps table always seems to be the epicenter of fun in a casino. Since I wasn't raised in back alleys, and have no relation to Nathan Detroit, I was ignorant to the ways of the dice. One of the fine gentleman I'm working with offered to teach me the finer points of the game. That's all well and good, but he was drunker than I was. We played at one casino for a little bit. I had a good run of the dice and we were up a little money. I stress little. He then informed me that the table was cold, and we should go next door to Circus Circus. We had been in there for a few minutes, used the restroom and then I found myself following him around while he told me that we needed to find another door. "Where do you want to go?" I asked. "We need to get to Circus Circus." "Dude we're in Circus Circus!" So much for my wise teacher.

The night has given way to morning. We had breakfast, I'm only down a few bucks and now it's time for bed. I hope I can get some sleep. My room is right over the loading dock, and I hear the trucks backing up with their beeping alarms going off. Hopefully I can drift off to sleep with visions of a hard eight and the pass line filling my mind. Good night, good morning, good bye. Later...Brian