I've won $95 at Blackjack -- Woo Hoo! Now I can order porn.

So everything's going swell here in Vegas. I'm at the Conference all day, and gambling all night. I was up about four hundred tonight then blew most of it on a "sure thing" double down. Still, I walked away a winner two nights in row now. Feels good when you do that.

Everybody fucking smokes here. I've gotten used to the no smoking anywhere rules in L.A., and here I am surrounded by cigar chomping chumps playing black chips and hitting on seventeen. Morons.

Anyway, seeing as how I'm a bit up I may just order up some in-room porn, though it'll probably suck (pun intended). Anything's better than watching that annoying Val Kilmer Mars movie that's on HBO right now.

I hate sleeping alone in hotel rooms. I have to masturbate just to fall asleep. I was even craving phone sex last night, and nearly posted my hotel number for some of you people to call and get me through the night, but I just knew the only person who'd call would be A.J. using a fake girly voice.

Did you know they have slot machines in the airport, right there as you exit the plane? That's just wrong, man.

I'm staying at the Las Vegas Hilton, where they have "Star Trek The Experiece". Some experience. A restaurant, some crappy memorabilia, and a virtual reality ride. And, oh yeah, a bunch of employess dressed as Klingons and Ferengi walking around doing half hearted "Scenes" with each other. It's like a Star Trek conventions crossed with a Rennaisance Faire. Weird.

Okay, gonna go check out my movie selections. Maybe I'll skip the porno. I think I can order Chevy Chase's "Modern Problems" instead. Yee-ha!

Congratulations, Dixon. It always feels good to win.

As a California native, recently transplanted to the State of Sin, I agree. It's odd walking into restaurants and being asked "smoking or non smoking?" Stranger yet is slot machines at the grocery store. You wouldn't believe how many times I see people playing slots with their kid there waiting for them to finish.

Oh, and hey, I would have called you and I'm pretty sure I don't sound like AJ.

With my free money I buy video games.Video
games and sports is my life!

I don't buy porn,I just get if and myself off on
the net.lol

I did the phone sex thing once and it was kinda
fun.

"Did you know they have slot machines in the airport, right there as you exit the plane? That's just wrong, man."

Noway I'm steping on a plane.I have a slight fear of
of the higher ups!

How much longer are you there for? I'll call you. But not now. I have to get ready for work.

Now don't breath that sigh of relief too hard.

I love blackjack i win 95% of the time you should here pepole when you double down on 13 the go nooo but when a 8 comes up the cheer and the pit boss could not believe it.

Glad to hear you are having a good time of it, winning anyway!

I am sure that your would have wore yourself out with all the phone sex calls had you posted your number!

Enjoy the rest of your trip and win, win, win.


Oh! And here's hoping the conference is meaningful, too.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

ha ha about the smoking in Vegas Dixon darling ... i find the same thing when i go to Quebec City or Montreal ... they smoke everywhere ... i saw people smoking on escalators for fuck's sake ... lmao ... and in the ladies room stall in some posh washrooms, there is ... yup you guessed it ... an ashtray ... oh yea so you can pee and smoke ... lol ...

congrats on your winning cheri ... does that mean you will be taking me out to dinner soon? ... and none of this sandwich and water shit .... hee hee ...

couldn't sleep last night dear? .... awww next time call me ... i've been told i have a sexy phone voice ... maybe i can help you ummmmm "relax" ...

and ummmm i always wondered dear .... do they accept Canadian dimes in the Vegas slots?

Need Pron?

I walked out on stage where a hundred pimply kids were waiting to audition. They looked so small. Tiny, even. I wondered if I should have worn a tie or something, 'cause suddenly I felt way old.

I checked her card, expecting her to be a freshman, probably fifteen years old… She seemed too tiny. But then, they all did.

She was way too young to contemplate anything other than a good late-night jerk-off fantasy. Problem was I knew that I'd never be able to lay back in my bed later that night and conjure up her pretty, young body in my mind, without having first had some actual emotional contact with her.

But this girl was a high school student, and I knew there was no way I could come up with a plausible storyline that ends up with us in bed. But I wanted very much to have that jerk-off session, so I had to try something a little dangerous. I would have to touch her. And not just a brush or two. I would have to touch her for an extended time, feel her skin, maybe even smell her, so I could bring up the sensations later and become aroused. What I came up with was somewhat innocent, a little dirty, and definitely perverted. And I had to be real careful.

I was feeling very perverted, letting my eyes dance all over her.

As the music began I unbuttoned my jeans. No one could see me in the back, it was too dark, and I was behind a table, and I very much needed to readjust Mr. Happy, who had grown considerably since I made contact with Patti. I swear that's all I was planning to do, but the moment I touched the old P-man, he jumped up and grew another inch. Oh yes, I was aroused, and I knew I had to do a little stroking. So I looked around. No one was near. It was dark. I was feeling seriously anxious. So I did it. I pulled my cock out. Jesus, I was so scared someone would come running back to ask me a question and catch me! But no one did. So I kept on stroking. Hidden behind the table I was able to stroke myself off while watching Patti dance.

I squeezed my cock hard and let out a little sigh, which no one could hear thanks to Mr. McCoy's loud piano. I placed a T-shirt from my rehearsal bag over my stomach and jerked off harder. I saw myself peeling her tights off, turning her around and entering her tiny pussy from behind, fucking her right there on the stage, spreading those little sweaty little legs, pushing my cock into her and listening to her moan with her first orgasm, and her gabbing my ass and pulling me deeper into her cunt. I put my finger up to my nose, smelled her sweat again, and came all over the T-shirt.






Does that help?



Couldn't you get laid?



At least pay for sex?

Gawd you're pathetic!

Awhhoooga Awhoooga.

Where is laurel isn't that more slander??

Thanks for all the lovely phone sex offers, kids LOL.

I ended up falling asleep without the porn. Thank God. Hotel porn is always so awful.

Would somebody please tell the Chinese that they can't really fly through the air and make lightning come out of swords? There are a TON of Asian film companies at this conference all trying to sell product (mostly from Hong Kong), and every other damn film, TV show, commercial, sit-com and weather report has Chinese men and women in long robes climbing up walls and battling in mid-air and making volcanoes and tidal waves by huffing and puffing really hard and generally acting like Spider-man on sugar. I suppose it was all like this before Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, but, honestly, it's gotten out of freakin' hand.

Hey, anyone ever watch "Collin's Sleazy Friends"? It's this terrible little Los Angeles based access show where this fat, greasy guy interviews porn "actresses". Well, their producer offered to pay me $1500 to share my exhibit booth with him. I turned him down like a big idiot, but I just didn't want a bunch of silicone tit posters in my demure little booth.

NakedNews is here, too, showing their show on the Conference floor. Yup. Boobies, boobies everywhere.

I think I'll try a little more blackjack tonight -- been lucky so far.

Damn. Lost all my winnings tonight. All that time and effort just to break even. I hate that. I really hate that. Gambling sucks. I didn't even get the porn.

Let that be a lesson to you people. Stay away from gambling.

Drink instead. Heavily. And everything will be aaaaaaaaalright.

I should have known how the night would go. I sat next to some annoying chick who knew all the dealers and felt like she had to be the host of the game, giving everyone advice, and generally bugging the hell out of me. I should have switched tables. Ah well. At least I didn't lose anything.

I leave Sin City tomorrow, and I've hardly done any sinning. I think I'll go shoplift some toothpaste.

Later.

Well.


You just suck today, don't you.


Hmph.

Yup. LOL. I guess we're due at least ONE day a year, eh?

I believe I counted exactly 3.5 days last year. Do try to cut down in 2002. It's such a bitch to keep track.

I'll try to keep my sucky days down to just the "J" months.

Actually, today went pretty well. The Conference was interesting, and I had some Mozzerella sticks with dinner. Mmmmm.

I prefer the Jalepeno Poppers with a side of Corona.


Then again, I'm just odd.