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I woke up in my less than expensive Vegas hotel room at about 930 in the morning when panic set in. All I can remember was gong from Fremont street in a cab to another location. Where that was I was kinda hazy about until I checked my phone camera. Apparently I had the itch to ride a mechanical bull and went to the PBR bar at Treasure Island. I wasn’t quite sure at that time, but I was guessing that was the reason why my neck felt like an elephant stampeded on it.

Making this long story shorter……Later that morning I was eating a greasy breakfast sandwich when my initial hangover set in. I have no recollection of riding a mechanical bull, I have a hangover that might kill me, and my neck hurts. What a great morning. I decided that I would have a cocktail or 4 to get me back to Vegas Par. 

While sitting there I was nursing draft beer number 2 when the most beautiful brunette taps me on the shoulder and says “uh how you feeling today brian?” It was then that I questioned pretty much everything in my entire life up to this point. I sweetly told this goddess in a cocktail dress that I really have no idea how she knows my name.

I was clued in to the fact that…..Yes, I rode a mechanical bull (from what I told her). Yes, I ended up back at my hotel by the grace of god. And most importantly Yes, I was apparently tackled by hotel security and had a fat security guard put his knee on my neck. That solved that mystery.

Basically from what she observed I was standing up on the stools at a roulette table after hitting a few numbers and was asked to leave. She spotted me from the hotel center bar where she was (ahem) working.  After cashing out I apparently shoved a yellow shirted security guard and said something about him being a rent a cop. A shoving match must have ensued where I then thought it wise to flee the situation through a casino….Amazing I got caught.

This goddess hooker apparently saw it all happen, ran to where I was tackled, convinced the security guards that she was my fiancee and that she would get me to bed. She didn’t rob me, she didn’t even come up to my room. She just saved me. This my friends is what makes me a true believer in  Las Vegas!!!!  VIVA


 


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