J.D. Oxblood’s 2012 Vegas Brain Scramble
Talk about what to do in Vegas…
[Entries are sporadic. Time passes strangely in the casino terrarium, stranger still in the burlesque bubble. Caged from crib notes. Bits assembled per computerized randomizer. Consume at own risk.]
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Score a rental car, promptly get lost on the way back to the terminal. Pull over and buy a pack of Parliaments for under 5 bucks—would cost 14 in NYC. I quit a year ago, but it’s Vegas, and I’m smokin’.
Swing around and find Melody, adorable in a giant black hat and bright yellow BurlesqueBeat T-shirt featuring Gal Friday. We’re not selling them at the Orleans this year since we don’t want to spend all weekend selling shirts, but clearly they’re the softest, most comfortable T-shirts ever, coz we’re wearing them ourselves all weekend. We cruise to the Orleans with the windows down and check in, making sure to “use the secret password,” which gets us on the top floor, with a giant flatscreen, plus a free [redacted]. Already getting hit from all sides—can’t get away from the front desk without seeing Melody Mangler and Norm—fucking love those crazy punk bastards—and a hundred other Vancouverans, who gush all over us in congratulations (we just got married), and we can’t make it up to our rooms without running into legendary New York photogs Don Spiro and Allen Lee. It is ON.
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