UNTIL NOW
I went to Vegas for a Concert band trip. The first evening we were there we went to a restaurant called Diablo. The service was terrible and the people were rude. The devil lady on top of the building was cool though. Later that week I was offered coke outside this very establishment.
Vegas seemed like a cool place at first but it ended up sucking. Jamie decided to bet alot of money the first night and was down quite a bit. Later everyone was frequenting this bar called BJ's which featured cheap Newcastle and scantily clad young women. I did not enjoy it as the women in this bar might as well have been whores. But with a lower cost. Also I just cant talk to women when their is any kind of sexual tension. I cant believe I actually managed to get the great wife I have now.
Everyone else was drooling over these bartenders especially our fearless leader and aaron the grease ball. Those who know these people and are reading this please don't be offended. These are my observations of the situation. And if you are offended I really don't care.
Anyway I say washburn guitars bootsy signature bass while I was there
Haleluia! They call me Casper! Dig!
Fond wishes from Nebraska (I'll tell you later)
LOU
