I started the day with a quick database run at the mall because every second counts today. The Adele look-alike was working at the iPlay & Talk vendor booth. She looked cool with big headphones holding her hair back.
I finally finished that eight-page Paco de Pena song at guitar practice today, though I still need to polish it up.
And then I packed up because I had to pick up the one code-named "Choir Boy" on the way to meet with the one code-named "G." From there, "G" drove us Fast and Furious style to Las Vegas.
Dinner was the El Pollo Loco that my mommy packed for us. In the casino, we got free drinks while watching "G" gamble. I started off with an Incredible Hulk. I ended with a patron. At one point, our waitress was inconveniently missing as she was doing what I would label a "procrastination dance" on some walkway atop slot machines to Jennifer Lopez's Play.
Highlight of the night: Some chick with reddish hair that was wavy and layered - with an undeterminable accent, though it might've been English - was at the craps table rolling the dice ... and oblivious that her nice nipples had popped out of her blouse. I had a boner. The whole table was silently laughing. But I cannot wait to get home and bust a #3 to that chick. And I think as I was checking out her ass as she was leaving, she was wearing boots. Boots are cool.
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