It would have been convenient if those cups had wheels on the bottom.
That was the funniest, sweetest, most awesome consecutive nineteen hours I've ever spent. It's always amazing when I meet someone face-to-face for the first time and it's as easy and familiar as family, and Jen and Mark both fit that bill to a tee. While Mark was playing hardcore poker
Jen and I beat 'em up at the nickel slots-- I half expected
Samantha Marquez to offer me a free suite after I got four raspberries in a line and won that eight dollars, but then I remembered we weren't at the Montecito. Or on television. Jen would have you believe I made her drink a foot-and-a-half tall margarita, but I don't think that's how it happened; admittedly I'm a little cloudy on this, but I'm pretty sure
she made
me drink a foot-and-a-half tall pina colada. Which should be illegal, by the way, it was like sticking a straw in a
building full of pina colada. We both woke up in the wee hours of the early morning looking for drugs to ease the pain and we settled on Dramamine. I don't know what that means, exactly, the fact that we needed a motion sickness medication at four in the morning, but it's doubtlessly indicative of a kick ass time.
