instead of being dead, my bloggy friends, i am just suffering from a seven-day migraine which was post-vegas induced. here are a couple of things i have realized in the past two weeks (four days spent in vegas, and the remainder spent in a post-vegas induced personal headache hell):
- the united states is indeed a place of overindulgence. i know cause huge food portions, 24 hour a day oxygenation, and vats of alcohol almost killed me
- the desert is hot
- i don't like to gamble. it makes me feel nauseous like when i spend too much money on jewelry
- migraines are not the thing of myths and fairy-tales like i once thought. migraines are the devil
- that if indeed my headache was brain-tumor-induced like i originally thought (shut up - you're a hypochondriac) i would call my brain tumor paul
- cirque de soleil is perhaps the most spectacular thing i have ever seen. i have no idea what gave me the impression that it would be like an expensive circus. wait. maybe it is an expensive circus. but sooooooooo cool.
- i can eat and digest most of a 99 cent half-pound foot-long hot-dog. pretty impressive, right?
- migraines are a good excuse not to write my dissertation
- i don't own anything skanky enough to truly fit in in vegas
- i like mexican inspired beer that already contains salt and lime. i also enjoy walking around with alcohol even though when i first arrived in vegas and saw people walking around with necklace-like contraptions resembling the eiffel tower full of booze i was like, "classy. i would never do that." my resolve was gone by day two
- i equate smoking indoors with pissing in the corner. all indoor smoking, even in one's own residence, should be banned. it is perhaps the worst thing in the world. 'cept for migraines
- i prefer sitting by a pool to the following: sight-seeing, walking, drinking, talking to others, experiencing something new, BUT not to eating. yup. eating wins.
that is about it. i am going to go off and feel relatively sorry for myself. however, my migraine has turned a corner so i think i might live. that is, as long as paul remains dormant.
instead of being dead, my bloggy friends, i am just suffering from a seven-day migraine which was post-vegas induced. here are a couple of things i have realized in the past two weeks (four days spent in vegas, and the remainder spent in a post-vegas induced personal headache hell):
3 comments:
Hey Jacks,
I belong to the monthly migraine club. So I feel your pain as I had to miss base-ball due to a doozzeeyy of a migraine, so I feel your pain. Hope every thing else is good.
See you soon, maybe one day at baseball.
R
Where else can you gamble away your life savings, fire off an AK-47, ride a Tilt-A-Whirl 1000 feet off the ground and enjoy a deep-fried Twinkie all in a couple of hours? Las Vegas is Disney World for adults, but Mickey isn't wearing any pants.
r - that sucks that we are migraine buddies. as for baseball: show up or die. ;)
hey anon - um, you must have been stalking me all over vegas cause seriously you just outlined EVERYTHING i did while i was there. trippy dude. trippy.
(oh yeah, and if you were - don't tell anyone that i, too, sent most of the trip pantless. much appreciated.)
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