Well day two started off like most vacations in Las Vegas . . . By waking up late and relaxing around the igloo for a couple of hours with nothing major to report.
The time had come for us to venture out to get our steps in . . . And holy shit did we . . . 6.2 miles for the day to be exact. So for those of you that know me must be asking yourself . . . Who had you at gun point . . . Right!?! The answer . . . nobody! These steps were done in 109°f temperatures too . . . Holy chafing genitals is it hot! Our hike into hell consisted of extreme heat and extreme outfits on typical Vegas visitors. I mean really I know it's hot and people are try to stay cool . . . But if you are a 300lb black woman is it really necessary to where a mesh dress with with your bra and thong out there to damage my eyes . . . Keeping cool may just involve losing 150lbs . . . I'm just sayin'.
At this point I decided it was time go to a safe place so we proceeded directly to Margaritaville . . . Do not pass go . . . Do not collect $200. Once in Margaritaville it was margaritas for all . . . My god this was exactly what the doctor ordered . . . He's a drunk doctor but I love him deeply. The margaritas were so good we got one to go so we could go into the casino and make a deposit . . . And the bank of Flamingo was not disappointed. Now that we were down a couple hundred dollars and cooled of it was time to head back into the freakshow and make our way back to the igloo to relax for a while.
The hike back was full of more visual oddities that I can't unseen . . . But the hike . . . For all intensive purposes was uneventful. We made it back to the igloo in one piece and walking the a group from the old folks home . . . Fuck me my legs are sore and they clearly are bad at me for the abuse. I washed my eyes out with soap and relaxed in the nice sub zero temperatures of our little igloo on the strip
After a few hours of recuperation we ventured out for dinner . . . Chilis to be exact. The meal, waiter and music were all awesome. They were playing some vintage 70's music and we sang like we were on American Idol . . . And this was without alcohol! This day was actually calm with nothing weird happening and nothing funny to report . . . But my eyes . . . My eyes will never be the same. Stay tuned for day three . . . . Our first show is on the horizon . . .
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