I'm going to Vegas, baby!
A good friend from college is getting married this summer, and there's a bachelor party for him this weekend at a casino in Las Vegas. It looks to be quite the affair, with thirty-odd guys, and reservations at a bunch of cool spots, because they're high-rolling financiers.
This is going to be quite the experience, as I've been living like a freakin' monk for the past two months, on account of my stomach problems-- no booze, in bed early most nights, highly restricted diet... It'll be an adventure, seeing whether I can avoid doing major damage to myself. Then again, about the best my heartburn has been since New Year's was at Boskone, when I drank a bunch of beer at the Tor party, so maybe this is just what I need.
Anyway, thanks to Republican Congressman John Sweeney and our very own student paper, I have an additional goal: don't end up in this kind of story. Yeesh.
(For the record, I don't recognize anyone in that picture. I haven't read the story, either, though I did notice it yesterday when the Concordy came out. Really, the less I know about the party scene on campus, the better.)
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Dude, don't do what I did last time I went to Vegas....
1. don't mix various types of alcohol
2. cars and alcohol don't mix
3. don't gamble your house even if you're sure you'll win this time
;-)
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