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December 31st, 2011, 2:31pm

(transcribed from greasy notes, by greasy hands)

I am poolside at The Signature and just realized that I could use my iphone as a cool-write-stuff-downer.
Got one of those fancy round foamy chairs, given to me, by total fluke, like a big greasy smile from above.
I counted the 20 floors up to our suite, but I cant see me up there anywhere.
Even though im out there alot.
Some people just showed up at the pool with drinks that are 5 feet long.
2 of them need harnessess. I am basking.
Mixed my spiced rum with just the right amounts of water and ice and rum to make it look exactly like the plastic Miller beer in the bottle in which I poured it.
I chose this artistic combo, even though liquor consumption of all kinds is readily and rapidly encouraged on all plots of the Vegas map.

Well, the rich part.

As happy as I am, I picked the wrong side of the pool.
They still got sun over there.
But I'm extremely content here on my big syrupy pancake chair.
Both the jealous and the educated think that I'm some dick playing games on his phone, instead of watching the helicopters, hot-tubbers, hooters, and hick-nocks.

Big big things are happening right now on the strip.
A nice Mexican cabbie told me that tonight was going to be total insanity.
He owns a ranch in real life, and I believed every word he said.
I told him we were going to see my favorite band on New Years Eve, and that they had a nice Mexican man in the band who played horns and hard guitars.

Bless Hamed and his cocunut water.

Meg just texted me, offering a McDonalds pickup on the way back from the strip.
Bless her more than Hamed.
I'm gonna get her to take my picture from the balcony.

Success.

posted by Colin # 10:06 PM

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