I'll try to update this as often as possible.
Lurking Tiger, myself, two of LT's ATL friends and certain female hat thief are in Vegas for the weekend.
Chizad is coincidentally out here as well, and he joined us for dinner last night.
This trip started out epically:
LT, drunk of course, during the flight to LV stumbles up to the lavatory in first class. He's woozy and groggy from a nap. He pushes open the (unlocked) door and is confronted with a hot stewardess...in mid-shit. Awful, horrific shit. "Shitting a dead cat" was LT's description.
This smell does not agree with LT's delicate constitution and he vomits. All over himself and the poor, shitting stewardess. He slipped her $20 for the embarrassment. I would not have. Bitch should have locked the door.
The long and short of it is that we had to ride from the airport to the hotel huffing vomit fumes.
This should only get better...