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checking in to rio
Nov. 10th, 2011 04:43 pmAll these comps are turning me into such a prissy little bitch. I walk into my complimentary 35th-floor suite and my first reaction is LOL only a 32" CRT. Of course then I laugh at myself and flop on the bed because really after the last couple of days I wouldn't give a shit if it were a Motel 6, or the semi-abandoned roach-infested ghost hotel I slept in a couple weeks ago. Just as long as it has working heat. Which our new house doesn't. God I hate moving.
I stopped in the gift/sundries shop before coming up to get a $3 20oz soda and a $7 bag of Doritos. Imaginary money, of course... The employees there have nametags which also list where they're from, as with most casino employees. "Eritrea? Don't see that every day." "It's in Africa", they helpfully inform me. They then notice that the white boy is carrying a couple of Cantonese-language newspapers. "Where are you from?" I smile. "California."
I stopped in the gift/sundries shop before coming up to get a $3 20oz soda and a $7 bag of Doritos. Imaginary money, of course... The employees there have nametags which also list where they're from, as with most casino employees. "Eritrea? Don't see that every day." "It's in Africa", they helpfully inform me. They then notice that the white boy is carrying a couple of Cantonese-language newspapers. "Where are you from?" I smile. "California."
