Angela is checking into the room. I'm sitting in the lobby enjoying the uniquely american train wreck that is las vegas. People come from all over our fine country to make fools of themselves here. From places like north dakota and south colorado. They love to carry around large headache inducing frozen drinks. In five minutes I've seen seven people stumble.
I love how bored children look here. I would think vegas would be like crack for a childs imagination. Perhaps they sense though that the fun to be had isn't really for them and it makes them jealous. Brats.
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