I basically spent the last night on Fremont street on my own. Corey banned me from hanging out with him at the blackjack table. He kept calling me his personal cooler because he'd lose every time I came near him.
Instead I enjoyed a late dinner by myself. It's a pretty weird experience to stand in line for a hamburger with a beer. It was fun though. No really. I had a blast by myself.
All alone. Good times.
I'm having fun. Really, I promise
What? What just happened?