The crapulence meter has been not only not very crapulent, it has been positively moribund this past month. So, while I can't match Bill's L.A. rock'n'roll lifestyle, I thought it was time for some sort of post.
1. In preparation for the trip to Vegas, I have been collecting singles - with a little under two months to go, I now have $52 in singles that are crying out to be folded vertically and tucked into something elastic. HOWEVER, I have heard a horrible rumor that places in Vegas are only topless! Can this be true?
2. We're moving again. Nothing drastic - actually just a block away. But we are now one block closer to Times Square in the heart of Manhattan, so if you're in the neighborhood, drop by.
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Reed,
I've taken this Vegas problem into account. You are generally correct that the absence of panties also leads to the absence of alcohol in Vegas (there is apparently one place that was grandfathered in to which this rule doesn't apply). I'll have options prepared when we get there. BTW, if you're coming and haven't booked a flight, now would be an excellent time. I get in around 8pm on Friday.
Reed, you're going to need more that $52 worth of singles if you're going to "make it rain" ala pac-man jones.
My flight gets in at 8:20 on Friday.
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