Catching up on everyone's stories is funny before the late flight out. One of our younger guys hasn't taken out his contacts since putting them in Thursday morning. Since arriving on Thursday he's slept a cumulative total of 11 hours.
Most guys are going home down on wallet size. A few are going up. For the record, I abstain from "gaming". Here's two who are up. I'm actually fairly shocked at the tally to be honest, but when you spend 10 hours straight on a red bull run from 2am after the nightclub to noon and are incoherent after, I suppose its nice having something to show for it.
We're polishing off with seafood flown in from the Mediterranean; Las Vegas excels in facilitating conspicuous consumption.
On the way out, a co-worker emailed from home and said find a roulette table and put $500 on red for me. Bam, red it was. Easy.
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