Lost Weekend Las Vegas

I'm sitting here in Las Vegas. My ears are ringing. I have a little bit of a dry cough. My hand is a tad bit shaky as it reaches for a cardboard cup now half full of luke-warm tap water coffee from Mr. Takeout.

I thought it would be wise to have a coffee maker in my room, so they brought up Mr. Takeout. You've probably seen their ads.

"Mr. Takeout! Real take-out style coffee at home! Complete with flimsy cups, plastic lids with Spil-Prone(tm) technology, and a 30 day supply of non-edible creamer!"*

*Truck drivers with four day stubble and three smokes going at the same time not included.

But I'm thankful for Mr. Takeout - my head is starting to ache a little bit less.

It seems like a good idea to do some live dispatches from Las Vegas, but I won't be doing a chronological blow by blow meal by meal victory by victory whine by whine winner loser all singing all dancing trip report.

Instead, I'm going to try something a little different and post the good parts. They may not be in the order things happened, but what the heck. It might be fun.

So I'm sitting here with my Mr. Takeout coffee trying to make sense of it.

It's a good thing I'm well provisioned with Mr. Takeout coffee supplies.

Mr. Takeout in room coffee maker. Think they overdid it?....

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