vegas / gentlemen's clubs

nate lost a hundred bucks.

mike, joe, nate, gabe and i each spent almost 20 bucks on the "best buffet in the world". it was indeed the best. i didn't eat for another 8 hours or so, and wasn't even really hungry when i did. i had at least 4 of those vomit-burps where a little bit of food comes up. gross, i know. but how could i pass up on fried cornbread, creme brulee and sushi?!

i lost 20 bucks gambling/tipping the cocktail waitress, but did receive four (4) whisky & cokes, which were most definitely mainly coke, but that was what i was hoping for, so i was not dissapointed.

all-in, i spent $40, which is more than i was hoping to spend in vegas (desired amount: $0), but there were a lot of laughs and fun experiences, and i saw a shania twain look-alike dancing semi-erotically on top of some slot machines to "I Feel Like A Woman." what is the oddest thing about that experience? it was only SEMI-erotic; like, she would almost do something really sexy-like, but then just kind of smile and point. i guess this is because it was just a normal casino room, not one of those rooms for "gentlemen."

sidenote: what makes someone in a strib club a "gentleman"? i think that Gentleman's Clubs should be big rooms with tables and chairs, as well as lots of sparkling water and Harvard Classics literature libraries. and there should be girls working there, but not stripping. They should be trying to carry heavy objects, open doors for themselves with their hands full, forgetting their wallets at home, and the job of the Gentlemen is to carry the objects, open the doors, pay for their lunch, push chairs in for them at the tables, and buy them drinks.

at (perhaps) my wittiest, and therefore stopping now,
danimal.