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09.15.2003 - 8:50 p.m.
Monday
Okay, I'm going to try and
only apologize for the sheer crappiness of these photos ONCE.
Here goes: for most of the weekend, it wasn't feasible for me
to turn on the flash on my digital camera - so I took lots of
pictures in "slow shutter" mode. IE, blurry as shit
with weird lighting. So don't think I went crazy with Photoshop
trying to be artistic, the shots suck this much all on
their own.
Jellyfish
We got in Friday afternoon
(do you need context for this entry? If so: I went to my friend
Jen's
wedding last weekend in Las Vegas. Also, why aren't you reading
more regularly? I CRAVE YOUR EYES! Although not in some freak
eyeball-licking-fetish way! Maybe!) and headed to Mandalay where
we cruised through the shark reef aquarium.
Moray Eel
Whenever I see a Moray eel,
the words to "That's Amore" play in my head, but they
go:
When the moon hits your
eye like a big pizza pie
That's...amoray (eel!)
House of Blues
JB and I had dinner at House
of Blues after the aquarium outing, where I ate the best salad
I've ever had in my life. It featured large mounds of steak.
In addition, there was ranch dressing. But it was technically
a salad, so no guilt. Ha! Take that, "system"!
Big! Poker! Win!
Check me, don't wreck me! Dude,
do you see how much I just won there? Twenty-seven credits.
In QUARTERS. I totally just won, um, divide by four...$6.75.
Yeah, I lost it afterwards.
So what? Twenty-seven credits, man.
Rumjungle, I
I love you, rumjungle. With your bazillion kinds of rum.
And your elevated cage for the dancing girls.
Rumjungle, II
I've got a Ring thing going
on here. Seven daysss....okay whoah I just freaked myself
out.
O
Later in the evening we went
to Bellagio and watched "O". "O"? Is "awesome".
Lots of water and bendy people and weird red ballerinas. This
here is a shindig in the ceiling that a performer descended from
at one point.
Bellagio Ceiling
I know, I know, Chihuly blows
goats instead of glass and he doesn't do his own art,
but I still like the ceiling in Bellagio's lobby.
Bellagio Garden, I
Here's JB hanging out by the
new-to-us patriotic display in the Bellagio conservatory. This
is part one in a 2-part series of JB looking sheepish in a touristy
Vegas photo.
Bellagio Garden,
II
Me, in the same conservatory.
We both went gaga over those big huge trailing flowering plants
you can see flanking the staircase behind me, until I felt a
petal - fake! Fakey von Fakertons with the fake flowers!
Bellagio Garden,
III
This was new to us, too. In
amongst the lovely flowers everywhere, there were...these.
Strange creepy flower children, bizarrely huge and vaguely misshapen.
I suspect at night they come alive.
Caesar's
Outside of Caesar's, here is
our correspondent, Tits McCallahan! What's the situation like
there, Tits?
Well, as you can see Mary,
my chest seems to be experiencing what I like to call...Left-Boob-Higher-Than-Right.
It's possible we have a...major support issue on hand. Additionally,
the choice of this particular article of clothing seems to be
in question. It's a matter of flattery, Mary, and it appears
this shirt just...doesn't have what it takes. Back to you.
Race for Atlantis!
Best ride ever!
Wooooooo!
Inside the Forum
This would be part two in our
2-part series.
My God!
Not It to shop there. Noooooo
thank you. Nope. Not interested in any of your fine Celine Dion
merchandise, Caesar's. Unless maybe it was a Celine bobblehead.
Heh. That would be cool.
Paris
Paree! Eet ees so pretty, yes?
Ho ho! Eet ees so fun to talk in zee fraaaanch accent, no?
Another goddamn
ceiling?
Just a neat-looking ceiling
in Paris.
You betcha.
Part of the ceiling in the
Paris wedding chapel.
Kiss
Okay, I seriously cried like
a big weiner through Jen's entire wedding. The camera's probably
extra blurry here because I'm blatting away (but quietly! so
as to not disrupt!). But it was so pretty, you guys.
Wedding reception
Best reception ever. Sitting
with a table of friends and eating and drinking and ocasionally
taking surreptitious pictures of the bride and groom.
Fireside Lounge
Afterwards, a few of us headed
to the Fireside Lounge for a few drinks before JB
and I realized it was around 1 AM and that we were precariously
close to turning into pumpkins.
Back At Paris, Chris
Isaak Stares Adoringly Into My Eyes
A marquee sign announcing Chris
Isaak's upcoming Vegas concert, and me being a dork.
Grateful
What an amazing and low-key
and classy wedding, and I am so glad I got to be there! Look
at the beautiful bride, and cast not your gaze upon my frighteningly
shiny face! Go wish
Jen and Matt a happy marriage, you guys.
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18
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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