Derek and I arrived in Sin City shortly before 1am. Grubby picked us at the airport. When we got into the Plaza, we bumped into Bill Rini who was playing at a nearby blackjack table. He arrived several hours earlier and had been drinking heavily. He went on a nice run and was cracking me up with his banter with the most unfriendly dealer I ever met. When he hit blackjack, he offered the dealer insurance. She didn't flinch. I couldn't stop laughing.
Anyway, the first casualty in Vegas is Bill! Here's proof.
He's curently passed out in my room as I write this entry. My goal is to post at least six pictures of passed out bloggers. One down, five to go.
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