Sin City – Day 3
After lunch on the third day in Vegas, we went down to Fremont Street where I convinced John to try the oxygen “rip off” bar. Then he stood on the huge scale in front of a hamburger restaurant. He weighed in at 216. He looked so dejected that I ran up and took the packages from his hands and he ended up at 206.
On the second day of the dirt track races, I decided not to go and nobody was surprised. I had the whole night planned. First I would get a drink and play the slot machines by myself. Big move for me doing anything by myself, but for some reason I felt confident. Then I would go back up to the room, take a bath, have some wine and do some writing. I was really looking forward to some alone downtime.
Around six o’clock, everyone left for the races and I began my plan. Before he left, John had bought a margarita for me. He warned it was strong because he had seen the bartender put two shots of tequila in it. I drink too fast and eat too fast. So after guzzling the one John got for me, I had another free one the waitress gave me. Big mistake…. I ended up drunk! I did make it back up to the hotel room by myself. It was a bit creepy walking down the long lonely “Stanley Hotel” hallway. I made it without being kidnapped or murdered.
When I got into the room I lay down on the bed and passed out! It was 7pm.
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