so, first real night in vegas. a guy on pete's crew recommended a local rockabilly place. no tourists, except us. we had an address and a name, and the first 4 cabs we asked to take us there flat out refused. the last one, i asked him why and he said, i'll get a ticket. what? we opted for the taxi stand, where we noticed they let you in the car, before askig where you want to go. tricky, huh? our cab driver kicked ass, and helped us find the bar that we drank $2 PBRs at, and watched tattooed chicks dance at all night. btw, the place was maybe 1/2 mile from the hotel, duhrr.
off to work...
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