Return to Las Vegas Pt. II
To read part one of CJS’s return to Las Vegas, click here.
I wake up in the bed nearest the bathroom. That’s odd.
I mean, not that that’s inherently odd by itself, although somehow Lady E almost always ends up closer to the bathroom when we’re in a hotel (or any new place for that matter) by some weird voodoo logic about having to face a certain way when she sleeps. Incredibly, that way always yields her nearest the bathroom forcing me to take the long way around.
The reason it’s odd is because I distinctly remember falling asleep in the other bed. Did I wake up and vomit? I check my clothes, the bathroom, and my breath – relatively clean, only towels and a few stray beer cans on the floor, and wretched but not pukey, respectively.
Hmmm. Waking up in Las Vegas is never dull, that’s for sure. Continue Reading »

