Sometimes I seem to live in my own little world.
It's a lot like the real world except that it's just a little more bearable.
In my little world, I'm the one being stubborn.
In my world, it's kind of nice sometimes to get to be the mean one, even when the target of my meanness does not deserve it. Much.
Meanwhile the real world just keeps turning, oblivious to my hallucinations.
Here are some pics I took of the Fremont Street Experience last night:
(draft) A lager by any other name is still a lager, and I still don't like it. Kind of a sickly-sweet taste that I can't really describe and I don't want to drink more of it just to get a better description.
(draft) A nice beer. Not nearly as sweet as other tripels I've have. I got a subtle undertone that reminded me of smoke. There was very little head, though this may have been caused by the filthy glass. I liked it a lot, but there are a zillion better Belgians out there.
Ate dinner last night at a place called Bar Grill Saloon or maybe Grill Saloon Bar. I shit you not. The burger I had was fantastic though.
When I left Fremont Street I took a cab car automobile back to Mandalay Bay and went to this place location establishment called Burger Bar where I had the beers drinks beverages listed above.
By about midnight the time zone change had completely incapacitated me so I went to sleep.
