I’m drunk….again.

We’ve got to get out of this sinfull place. Today, burning with the fishes. Tomorrow, no sun for my lobster self. We were supposed to leave today, but Harrah’s comped us another night. Tonight, we were assigned our very own casino host, “Dustin”. I think Dustin may comp us another night and possibly get me a spa treatment. While Andy was playing video poker tonight he came over with his card and said to call if Andy needed anything. I feel like big potatoes in Laughlin.

Speaking of potatoes, the cafe here has “freedom fries” and a “ground zero” burger. While reading the menu all I could say was, “Oh no they didn’t”. But they did. We have taken to calling the egg dipped bread fried to a crispy golden brown and topped with syrup from the buffet that Andy loves so much “freedom toast”. I am corrected if I call it anything other.

Did I mention that I’m drunk….again?