The Yard 'Tard.

Remember how I said I've been hitting the gym, kickin' ass and generally bettering myself? Scratch that.

I spent today with an old friend in the dumpiest part of Vegas (think Atlantic City, sans ocean),playing $3 blackjack tables, drinking yards of margaritas (literally), and rounding the entire day out with a fried, yes FRIED, Twinkie.

Karaoke almost happened, but alas, the wait list was too long. This is probably a good thing. I also saw a woman in her 60s drinking beer through a straw out of a 48 oz. plastic football as her boob got signed in Sharpie by a man wearing a full CSI Las Vegas sweatsuit. Mmmmmmm. Hot.