after being awake for 50-55 hrs straight and 12 hrs of aggressive drinking (we estimate i had between 25 and 30 drinks last night- i was slamming VRBs like they were shots, literally), i became dillusional, got lost in a parking garage for over an hour at 6am, somehow badly cut the palm of my right hand, spent over $300 on drinks and cigars FOR MYSELF, got lost in the casino at the MGM Grand, and finally passed out in my room.  tonight, we dine at Delmonico's, Emiril's steakhouse, and hopefully make it back to the swinger's club.
Lesley, it wasn't the Green Door, but the place next door to it.  they're called Show and Tell and the girl at the door was hotter, so they had me at "hello".
i don't think i've ever been this hung over in my life, but i've somehow managed to avoid puking (famous last words...).
this is the most fucked up, surreal experience of my life... and i'm STOKED!