So calories stay in Vegas too? Because I've consumed a lot of crap this weekend. I came to Vegas to watch two of my friend get married in what turned out to be a comical ceremony filled with giggling. But it was fun. More power to 'em.
For the record, I don't gamble. One guy last night gave me a numbers card. I didn't get a single number. That's why I don't gamble.
It's weird being in Vegas with two married couples and friends who might as well be. It meant I got abandoned a lot at the bars because I was the only person who actually wanted to be there. That actually ended up being pretty cool because it made it easier to meet new people. I met a bunch of people from LA, but last night I hung out with some Canadians. I spent all night quoting episodes of Trailer Park Boys and making fun of their accents.
Even though they live in the desert, the friends I'm staying with don't keep ice in their freezer and they don't put drinks in the fridge. They drink warm soda. They also put chocolate sauce in their granola. Bizarre.
Married people are weird.
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