We're off to Vegas for a quick three day vacation.
Stanton and I have selected the fine IP as our ops base for its location, historical value, charm (or lack of), and finally the deciding factor: price. That's right. We're rational men. It was pretty easy to come to the conclusion that we're "not going to be in the room very much anyway." Why? Because we're going to tear up the town of Las Vegas like a couple of men who are "in their 30s." That's right!
The last time I stayed at the IP was for Marv's 21st b-day celebration. Wow! That was a bust. The last time I was in Vegas with Shane two women stalked us at our hotel (Treasure Island). Let me say that it was pretty easy to avoid stalkers in Vegas.
I can't wait to get one of those hangovers that pretty much lays you out for the entire day following a night of debauchery (a man can dream). While packing today I was sure to put Advil in my overnight bag. This is the first time I have ever done such a thing. The 30s are beautiful.
So if you're in Vegas this week and you see a couple of sexy men who look a little out of their element--maybe searching for a hoodie and a dive bar, then give us a nod. We're just getting warmed up.
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