Doors

It's official. I'm breaking it off with the casinos.

Remind me again why people enjoy going to those.

Tomorrow night, at 7, before Dueling Pianos at Eastside in the Wynn, I will be doing my very first show. I've been practicing with a live band, and we're going to be doing an hour of classic rock and contemporary pop and country.

There will be drink specials. So everyone should totally come!

I've heard Bali is a good place to move to to write a book.

Thoughts?

[After the 24 hour mark from this]

[Public]

Who knew Las Vegas would end up being less stressful than going through the door?

[Locked: Wren M/Felicia F]

She's completely shut me out.  The best I can do is try to be there whenever he is, but I doubt that will do much good.

[From Jonathan C., the evening after this]

[His writing is very precise, clean and small, written with in fine point black ink]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that those of you stuck in Las Vegas are lacking in a certain amount of... class.

[The following is written in black ink, with a borderline illegible script. It's the writing of a man who so to speak, did not give a fuck what Sister Edward Michael Joseph said about his handwriting.]

These things should come with manuals. There's only so much piecing together one can do about reading these things. Do the voices you all hear take over that often? It's made me a bit more thankful that mine doesn't talk much unless it's about that damned door.

Ignore the above question and let's get a more serious one. I'm out of reading material and the only books in the Venetian's store, I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. Where's a good old fashioned Annie's? Hell, I'll take a Barnes and Noble even.