i <3 Chicago, part 2

While Miss DJMH was in New York, I was in Las Vegas. Here's the skinny.



SATURDAY: Caught the crack-of-dawn flight to Vegas just in time to catch the first game of the Aberdeen Street Mafia Dodgeball Ninjas in the National Dodgeball Tournament. There were a total of 28 teams competing, and although our team was eliminated pretty quickly, the team still enjoyed being there more than trying to win. The boys made friends quickly with some of the other teams by hugging it out and high-fiving. Being surrounded by other dodgeballers from other parts of the country made us feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was like spotting a fellow Trekkie and then giving them the "Live long and prosper" sign. Except it was less nerd and more jock.



SUNDAY: Spent the entire day walking around in the desert heat. I don't gamble, and Celine Dion was sold out, so all I could do was people watch. If seeing coke-sniffing hipsters doesn't phase you from New York, then watch out for the tourists and hustlers in Las Vegas. For example, the stumbling frat boys with gallon-sized margaritas at 9 a.m. or the loud-mouthed promoters with flyers of nude chicks with stars over their bojingos. Makes me appreciate those promoter kids outside of Empty Bottle on a Monday night with PG-rated flyers so much more. The best part of the day was maximizing on any opportunity to take our jumping/Spider-man/dead pictures. We ended up either freaking people out, getting them to join in or just pissing them off.



MONDAY: Being a CSI freak, the last thing I had to do before we left was to ride the Manhattan Express rollercoaster at New York New York. Grissom would be proud. I took it like a crime scene investigator, not a cop.

So glad to be back. If I were rich and had no moral fiber, I'd <3 Las Vegas. But since I have a soul, it'll be love for Chicago for a very long time. -- Lizelle