Vegas usually annoys the piss out of me ...

... seriously. It's full of cheeseball douchebag wanna-be brainless fashion victims. It annoys me so much that normally I go windmill tilting and try to annoy it right back, but that has generally ended badly -- like, my-friend-covered-in-a-third-party's-blood badly -- so I thought, okay, this time I'm going to play nice ... .. apparently, I didn't play nice enough ...

... I really don't get why women take so much pleasure in hurting me, but moving on ... we headed downtown with every intention of shooting some pictures of Fremont, when I saw:

... it screamed "road trip classic", I just knew that this was my bar ...

... minus the tila tequila wanna-be, pictured below ...

... great locals joint. Sexy women, cheap tequila, midget twins ... can you really lose? Well, apparently I can ...

... I guess I offended her by wiping off the copious lipstick ... we did make up after that ...

.. right before her husband, who was there the whole time, made his appearence ... oops .. I guess "I'm here with my girlfriends" means something else in Vegas.

What Happens In Vegas...

...is sometimes hard to remember. I remember the indescribably delicious steak dinner at nine, complete with beautiful being carnivores, like well-dressed velociraptors.

I believe there was other stuff after that, in fact I am sure, but I decided to combat by hangover with hair of the dog, so it remains fuzzy memories rounded at the edges.