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Sat, apr 22 Las Vegas

Awaken 9:45 am, sluggish after last night out with ----- and 6am good-byes.  Groggy, disoriented still from the previous night's all-nighter at the club followed by a 5-hr computer session with -----.  Fortunately I'm all packed.  The cell phone rings just as I've finished swallowing my five handfuls of vitamins and herbs; the taxi is outside.  New York is dreary and rainy and cold.

Flight relatively uneventful.  Snacks I can't eat.  Full.  No problems, though.
My hotel for the night, Ramada Inn Speedway Casino, is located in a neighborhood most cabbies practice to avoid.  The place itself is OK, but cabfare from the airport makes just over $30 and to downtown and back another $30.  Should have just booked something a little more expensive on the strip.  Live and learn.

Baby plays a 9-point match, losing at double match point but scoring a not terrible 4.22 (without training wheels), takes a shower.  Tries to get the bus but is thwarted by the impoverished aspect of the housing immediately adjacent to the bus stop.  Taxi.  Baby plays a little 1-4-8 hold 'em in Binion's Horseshoe and treats himself to his very first lap dance (with contact) at Glitter Gulch.  A lovely, educated Texan with the most beautiful skin.  No real killer erection, but arousal of the friendlier kind and a smile on his face as he happily coughs up more dough.... $30 for the dancer, $20 for 2 drinks, about another $10 in bar tips.  This is a day to be spending freely.

I walked all over downtown, got bored and hungry and tired, had chicken wings at Rock Race with a Caesar salad.  Nice.  Low food intake overall today; lots of sleeping on plane (great views approaching Vegas, as an aside).

Sense of indulgence, optimism, like I can feel my dice getting ready to show me something inneresting.  No alcohol; it makes me feel queasy these days.  No buzz, just a weird poisony feeling.  A result of the diet or two weeks' abstinence or both?  How can I possibly enjoy my vacation if i'm not continuously beer buzzed??  Hah!  easier than it seems.  I feel fine.