Homecoming...

(<= Brought to you in La$ Vega$ Drunk-O-Vision)

Alas, all dreams must come to an end. And so it is that I must experience my last four-day workweek for some time. I've had a full month of three-or-more-day weekends and next weeke resumes my life as a full-timer. But I'm tanned, rested and $130 richer, beyotches! I was down to my last nickel on a penny machine when I hit a bonus game and got PAID!!! That so makes up for the fact that the pool was under renovation.

Lemme just say that downtown Sin City is the place to stay. The Strip is a nice place to visit and gamble and gawk, but nothing compares to old Vegas. Officially it's called the Fremont Street Experience, but I call it A Window Into Despair. The living are outnumbered by the undead here - lifeless husks clamoring for their free vodka tonics and 99 cent shrimp cocktails. In short, it's a people watcher's dream.

Honestly, I spent most of the trip reading and relaxing. I'm not much of a gambler and I can't get drunk in front of my family. Still, it was a great way to spend the birthday. I got well wishes from every spectrum of life - dinner and gambling money from the fam, calls from FB and Armi, a funny card from Chip, a text message from David, an email from Jason - thanks to each and every one. And not a single lesbian hit on me.

OK, OK, onto to racist foods! (For future posts, I've got sexist foods and candies for the gay grocery aisle.)


What's up with the cocoa hippos? And is it not OK for people of a lighter skin tone to consume this Coke? Makes you wonder who that Crystal Pepsi was meant for...*cough* tweakers.

Also: the HomoMojo gig begins again soon. The site's been rebooted and relaunched and I'll be posting as JaySix there from here on out. More details as we get them...

See ya tomorrow kids! Good to be back.

-J.

This post was sponsored by the Slotty Mouth Committee.