We started off with champagne brunch at Main Street Station where we stayed and gambled for a while. After that, we headed out to Atomic Liquor Store, an AWESOME dive bar. When we got there, we learned that it closed down. After taking a few pictures to memorialize it (check my twitter), we went to the Western, which contrary to my drunken ramblings last year, is not the bestern.
We walked in and it smelled like poop. It was gross and dirty and full of "mountain people" and crack whores (seriously). The slot machines paid out actual pennies instead of tickets. We each drank a dollar beer, then half of us took off to watch the "fountains of Bellagio" while a few brave souls stayed behind for the $3 black jack.
We have been talking in a really exaggerated Tyler Perry accent all day that makes us sound like the Swedish Chef. Right now, we're getting ready for Oates night. Eff Hall! It's all about Oates!!! (clap clap)
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