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Gambling and Whores

View Comments October 12, 2009 | JoshPerson

The last time we talked my future was extremely uncertain. The entire airplane that I was on started smelling like it was on fire and everybody was freaking out. So what happened next? Did we have to make an emergency landing on a highway? Did we crash on to a mysterious island with a smoke monster and insane magnetic properties? Or did I simply just pass away? None of the above. The burning smell went away after a few panicked minutes and everything went back to normal.

We landed and everything was fine so all that was left before I could officially start my vacation was baggage claim and waiting for a taxi, but those things actually went pretty smoothly. Well, as smooth as something that lasts 17 hours could be. The taxi line in McCarran International Airport on a Sunday afternoon is goddamn ridiculous, but there were enough hot ladies and complete creeps to keep me entertained enough.

When we finally got to the hotel I was expecting the absolute worst. The last time I went to Vegas I stayed at Excalibur on the first floor, which had a perfect view of a goddamn wall, but I didn’t spend a whole lot of time in my room so it wasn’t a big deal. Well, once I got to my room (at the MGM Grand this time) I was pleasantly surprised. Here is the room view comparison between my first trip and my most current trip.

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After we were all situated with the room stuffs, we decided to go down and spend several consecutive hours sitting at the poker tables and hopefully winning hundreds of dollars off of terrible, idiot players. That’s where I got into a few situations that could be considered “interesting” by psychologists or “completely stupid” by normal people.

You see, sometimes when I’m around a bunch of new people I can be sort of a quiet guy. Some people call it shyness, but it’s not like I’m afraid to talk. Most of the time I’m quiet because I’m just extremely focused on trying not to look like an idiot. That was the case at the poker table I was playing on. Mix that focused attitude with an extremely awesome and intimidating poker face and all of a sudden I’m the asshole at the poker table because I don’t respond to drunken idiot banter.

The other people at my table were all joking around and showing each other their cards when they folded or won a pot. I suppose I could have done that, but fuck them. I didn’t feel like talking to drunken idiots who were generic Las Vegas catchphrase robots, plus I wanted to make some money and poker is a deception game so it wouldn’t really help my money making cause by showing how I played every hand (boring poker talk, I know).

After a while sitting there I could just feel the awkwardness and hatred towards me growing. I’d make a witty one liner now and again and people would just grumble in my general direction. It’s a good thing I’m easily distracted by women or otherwise it would have been an unbearable situation. See, in some poker rooms they have a massage girl come around who will rub your back while you’re playing poker, for a price. The one in the poker room that night just happened to be adorable.

I first noticed her from across the room and I could tell she was sort of making eyes at me. I don’t blame her, I’m amazing. Then, my stupid mind banter started getting in the way. The string of thought in my mind went something like this:

“Wow, she’s pretty cute and I caught her looking at me a few times. She’s probably only doing that to get money out of me. Well, maybe not, she is sort of my type so maybe there’s legitimately something there. Yeah, but I’m not really into banging random whores, so it probably wouldn’t work out. Wait, why is she a whore, again? Oh yeah, because she rubs men for a living. I couldn’t date a girl who has her hands all over men’s bodies for a living.”

Even though this Las Vegas trip was pretty much just me playing poker and staring at girls I’d never have the balls to talk to, I think I can extract one more blog post out of it. So check back later this week (probably Thursday) for the grand finale. After that I’ll get back to regular blog postings and they’ll probably even be more often, along with new little segments. If you have any suggestions for what you want to see on here send them in on my contact form. Want me to review your favorite show or movie? Let me know! Have a news article you’d like to see me comment on? Send it in! Are you a girl who wants the chance to date me? Then check back soon, because I have something insane in store for you specifically.

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Taking Off

View Comments October 9, 2009 | JoshPerson

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As I mentioned in my previous post, I was on vacation in Las Vegas town all of last week. Well, we left on Sunday and as expected the airport was a complete mad house. The insanity was increased drastically by the fact that there were no fewer than 15 thousand police officers and homeland security guys walking around with bomb sniffing dogs while intensely staring down civilians. Was this the sign of a possible terrorist attack? Not exactly.

Well, my father and I decided to walk around to try to solve the mystery of what’s going on. When we walked outside my father started physically pointing out all of the security guys up on roofs, down the sidewalks and sitting in cars. I guess it was completely harmless, but I couldn’t help but feel like the cops and homeland security would think we were planning something and either snipe us in the goddamn ears, or at least lock us in a room and question us for hours to make us miss our flight and miss my chances of winning millions and banging ladies.

Well, as we were standing there on the sidewalk, two huge Suburbans with front rammy bar things, pulled up. Out of one of those Suburbans walked a couple men who looked like foreign diplomats, or something. All of that security action for two dudes nobody in the airport knew? Then the security guys just let them walk into the airport completely unguarded. It made absolutely no sense, but it did make me feel better that they were just protecting some nobody and there was no immediate terrorist threat. Had I not seen that I would have been paranoid the entire time and probably would have passed out from fright given what happened later.

Next, we went through airport security, which is always a huge fucking production for me. See, I tend to wear big boots to help mask how small of a man I am and to protect me from snakes biting at my shins. They’re great for those reasons, but I also have to spend roughly 15 minutes per boot, to take them off.

When I was standing there, waiting in line I noticed this female security guard just sort of looking at me in a “damn, he’s fine” sort of way. This girl was probably as attractive as a woman can be, dressed in those ridiculous security outfits with a pants belt cinched around her nipples and cardboard button up shirt. I wanted to say something to her, but I also didn’t want to get thrown in a holding cell, or get an immediate girlfriend right before I go on my Vegas whore banging trip.

After I went through security, I sat down to wait for my dad to pass through security, when I saw a complete disaster of a human being. This lady looked completely insane. She had weird, frizzy red hair, a yellow bedazzled t-shirt and tiny red shorts with bruises and sick veins all over her chubby, white legs. She looked like a carnival of disappointment. Well, when she was walking past me she looked back at the security guys and yelled “assholes”. At that point I couldn’t help but get extremely excited at the prospect of a SWAT team running in and tackling her to the ground. Instead, the security guys just sort of looked at her and shrugged, following with the disappointment theme of the trip thus far.

After that, nothing really exciting happened until we got on the plane. When I’m boarding a plane I always make sure I’m ahead of the person who is sitting with me so I can dive towards the window seat. I’m a seat asshole like this because I’d rather have an argument with a friend or parent than be middle seat next to some annoying idiot who wants to brag to me about his mediocrity for the flight duration. Plus, I only fly once every 16 years and I sort of want to enjoy it.

Anyways, I get seated and we take off. Then, about an hour into the flight “it” happens. I, along with everyone else in the rear of the plane start smelling something burning. It either smelled like some sort of plastic or electrical fire. Not the most comforting thing to smell while soaring through the air in a magical flying machine. So what happened next? It could be nothing, or I could end up dying, but you’ll have to read my next blog post on Monday to find out.

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Vacation Situation

View Comments October 3, 2009 | JoshPerson

I really did plan on writing a brand new blog post for you people this past week. I had some decent topics to talk about and was all ready to go. Then something happened. I don’t know about you, but about a week before I go on vacation my mind shuts off and goes into vacation mode. It’s nearly impossible for me to do anything productive the entire week before I leave for vacation.

That being said, there will be no new blog post next week either, because I will once again be visiting Las Vegas town. Don’t worry though, because if I can keep a blog running on convenience store trips and seeing random girls on the street, just think of all the stuff I’ll have to talk about when I get back from Las Vegas.

If you’re still disappointed, then go ahead and read last year’s trip recap. I combined it all in one post, but hopefully I’ll see enough crazies this time to write multiple posts.

As always, submit Ask Josh questions, dreams for Dream Interpretations, and contact me about things you want me to talk about, like news stories and what not.

Also, since I’m going to Las Vegas town, I’ll probably come back completely broke, so if you’d like to support my degenerate gambling habit and keep me in fresh quesadillas for a while, feel free to donate.

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