I have a confession.
Shortly after I turned 21, something happened. It's not something uncommon or something to be ashamed of, in a sense, but it has happened, and has taken over my mind. She's all I think about. The way I feel when I first see her again, the way she tastes, the way she sounds, and the way she looks. Shes beautiful. I've seen her 15 times since that fateful first day, and every time she looks better and better.
Her name: LAS VEGAS!!!!
The single mention of lady Vegas immediately causes me to smile and puts me in a daze. The vision of walking the strip on a hot desert night, neon and blinking lights coming from every direction is tantalizing. Seeing people laughing, drinking, partying, and losing a small fortune at the roulette table. I Love it. The smell of cigar smoke from the blackjack table next to you, or the cheap perfume from the escort who just offered you a good night and of course that trademark Vegas smell. (I personally think it smells like the entire city dropped ass at the same time, but that's just me).
I've been on most types of Vegas trips. The somewhat tame trips with the family. The "good behaviour" trips with the girlfriend, and of course the all out, balls to the wall, full on debauchery trips with the boys. The latter being my favorite.
It's been 8 months since I've seen her.
I hope I get to see her again soon.
PS - (I'll post some past trip reports soon, most likely the debauchery filled ones)
PPS - A penguin foams past the biology. Think about it
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