What happened in Vegas, reposted on Livejournal

Although our trip started off with a lovely flight delay landing our asses in the Rochester, MN airport for four boring hours, the nine fruits had a decent time in Vegas. There was drinking, crusing, gambling, puking, and overall laughs at others expense. Not bad for a four day stindt.

Our "home", the Imperial Palace, was central located on the strip, and for all practical purposes had a bar, a bed, and a shower. Which, when your only in your room to sleep, is making all your needs met. Vegas is an adult Disney Land, with hookers, cheap booze, and 24 hours of excitment. We didn't do many shows, and I was on my own for exploring most of the time. We did venture to downtown Vegas (off the strip) to the old school casinos, which was great fun.

The only notable experience, occured when I was in bed sleeping. Seven members of the group decided to go to a male strip club, via a limo, after drinking her body weight in booze. Apparently someone on the street tip'd them off of this place.
Once arriving at said location, it turned out to be a titty bar. That's right folks, seven midwest Minnesota cocksuckers at a Gentleman's titty bar, where the girls were looking for anyone to give a lap-dance to! Like any drunken binge story, there are numerouse reports, i'm banking on the one that they went to one straight strip club, and not too! Unfortunately no photos were taken.

I kept to myself, drank, gambled, walked arouned, slept, and didn't write in my journal at all. Pretty uneventful. More photos behind the cut. ENJOY!

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Ask me 2008

Since there are some new people on board, and I decided to steal this from someone elses blog:

Okay, I throw the floor open to a "Ask me anything" ... it's been a while since I've done this, so who knows what people might ask this time around! ANYONE can ask away, hell you don't even have to use your name.

Sally Field and Drunk Dialing for Jesus

I feel like Sally Field on Oscar night when she won for 1985 "Places in the heart".

Because, around the hospital, not only do people know me, I'm known as quite the character, which suits me pretty well.

Character is clay, its molded, and as Al stated: you must have had lived an interesting life with experiences to have that type of character.

My wacky scheduel gives the permission for phone calls during all hours of the day or night or what-have you. The phone ringing at 0200 is common place, once the land line rings, the cell phone is soon after, and if I'm unable to be located, those who have my work number, tend to stalk me there. Inside joke for those who got it. *wink*

Tonight it was drunk dialing by former co-workers who are out boozing. They wanted me to come out so they could perform sexual acts with me.

Unfortunately I have "property of St. Mary's" tattoo'd to my backside till 0730.