Vegas, the dirty underworld told by a repentant man in flannel

I sit in my underwear with little to say.  OK, I don't wear underwear.  I have to confess to you all that I did to go Vegas.  We all know the line which forbids me from uttering what I am about to, but if I were a man of faith, which I am not, and you were my Priest, which you are not, and we were sitting in a little booth...  I would have to tell you everything, and then you could judge me, tell me what to do, and I would be free from my mistakes and misgivings.  No, I am not making fun of religions.  I guess I need to state that as we all know how the entire world seems to have lost their sense of humour about pretty much everything. 

So Bless me Anonymous Internet Person for I have sinned...  I went to Las Vegas to get rich, and stake my claim on the world.  Instead, I took a handicap room (mostly by accident), lost almost everything, had a random person lick my face, and gave money away to people I don't know.  I didn't lose money, I actually gave it away as I won it.  I consumed alcohol at a startling rate, and actually was so drunk at one point I got lost in a casino, and couldn't find my way out.  I ate way too much, golfed horribly, and had a great time overall.  Being as I am old and boring that is about it.  The only vow I broke was the one about getting rich and staking my claim on the world.  Overall, job well done.  The face licking thing haunts me, and generally makes me feel ill.  Although, I do believe the person who licked my face, whom I do not know or remember her name, posted it on her Facebook.  If you know who she is, or have seen the video/picture, please tell her EW! 

Halloween Party Mark I was a great success.  We will be doing again next year - so those of you who missed it will get a second chance.  As for Hall and Oates, well they were a great disappointment to all who looked forward to meeting them.  They kept asking the male guests if 'that was a sock in their pants or if the guy was just happy to see them'.  They drank to excess, and had to be carried into their limo at the end of the night.  They didn't perform, and signed only 2 autographs the entire night. 

I am working on writing something on the fiction front as I promised last week.  However, the two ideas I started were actually too good to give away for free on the Internet so please standby.  I have too much raw stuff going on in my brain to go any further on the personal front.  Good thing I am invisible.  Lord knows no one wants to see a middle aged guy, crying, typing his life story/life issues in his underwear (Reminder: I don't wear underwear).  Oooohhh the perfect over share beginning gets retread with a perfect over share ending...