Vegas Anyone?

Bad news, Vegas: I'm coming back. If you want to save any money at all, you should turn all of those casinos into giant salt water taffy/corn dog stands. Actually, you'd still lose money that way because I'd eat you out of business. What if you devoted all that space to Philly cheesesteaks or snow globes? I don't like either of those, so maybe you'd stand a chance then. I don't know, I'm just throwing ideas around here.

We're going to Vegas for my sister's 21st birthday. I've never done Vegas with the fam before. I don't imagine they'll cramp my style much, but if I hear one single complaint about my sleeping under the blackjack table and calling the dealer Mama, I'm telling the pit boss. That's one potential downside. Another, much more likely downside would be me losing all my money immediately, then having to fetch plates of crab legs or Siegfried and Roy keychains for my family members in exchange for spare $5's. Or perhaps me selling my sister to a wealthy, but eccentric Asian industrialist to settle a debt I incurred at a Rodney Dangerfield slot machine. Whatever.

All I know is, Vegas is Vegas. The family that gambles together, rambles together. (Let's assume that made sense.) And the family that sees Fat Elvis together, well, I don't even want to know what happens to them.

Posted by Cody at March 28, 2006 08:08 PM