I read my book (current read: From a Buick 8, which I’ll finish tonight) while I waited in the departure lounge for my plane today. I did my best to tune out the bickering children behind me, so I only caught a little bit of the conversation a guy had on his cellphone when he sat down next to me.
“Wait.” He said, “so you thought it was a girl, but it was a dude?!”
I stopped reading. My eyes looked at the phrase I craned my neck to look and wasn’t exactly surprised to see Huddie Royer — and behind him, Eddie.
Something was said on the other end of the conversation, and the guy said, “Oh shit, man! Did he grab your weiner?”
The guy laughed about as hard as I would have, had I not bitten down on my cheek, as he got up and walked away.
Later, when I walked down the jetway, I was behind six guys who were clearly all lifelong friends.
“What do we tell the girls when we get back?” One of them said.
In unison, they all replied, “We drank, and we gambled!”
“And then we drank some more!” One of them added. The guy nearest him punched him in the arm, and they all laughed together.
Only in Vegas.
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Hi Will, just found you in a round about way. Cool website. Apparently I’m the only person on the planet who hasn’t been to Vegas yet. I need to go. Love Stephen King. I’m coming back when I can read more.
Just wanted to let everyone know there was a wesley crusher mention in a few days ago at diesel sweeties.
http://www.dieselsweeties.com/archive.php?s=1285
Funny stuff
Today I had a fart that smelled like a twinkie running on diesel fuel.
…oh my god I want to leave something in vegas..
its been way to long since I have been there..
Patty wrote:
Just as soon as I imporve my poker game about 35732657 levels, and find the right pair of shades to counter Fossil Man’s…
What had you back in Vegas? >>
Wil was there for the most-recent edition of BARGE (the Big August Rec.Gambling Expedition), where he was our most-honored dinner speaker. Exit polls showed he kicked ass. It didn’t hurt that he took a stand: “…and don’t you fuckin’ boo me!” He read an essay he wrote about being conned into a poker tournament in an underground poker club in L.A. An excellent read, an excellent response, an excellent time was had by all.
BARGE is an annual Vegas haven for poker players, degenerate gamblers and anyone else seeking a gaming rush that can only be had in Sin City. If your curiosity is piqued, further details are available at barge.org.
Bruce I.
Hi Wil
They just aired your CSI ep in Australia last night, awesome job. How did you change your voice like that? Was blown away by your performance, hope you have bigger and better things come your way because of it, excluding polls on who was the best cameo 🙂 Attention is nice, but it don’t pay the bills!
I live in NYC and it’s amazing the things you hear on the street. BTW Wil, just wanted to let you know that my second son was just born on your birthday. He was born 7/29 at 11:07pm at 8lbs 6oz and 21 in long.
One of my favorite things in the world is hearing a random sentence or two from the mouth of a stranger. Another favorite is when I realize that I’ve just said something which could be – and likely was – misinterpreted. Recently, for example, I was walking down the street in an area of San Francisco known neither for subtlety nor straight men, and said (with great enthusiasm) “god, I love Dick!” While I was referring to a fantastic man named Dick, I realized almost immediately that the crowd probably would not get this distinction. This was confirmed when the man in front of me turned around and said, “girl, we ALL do”. Cracked me up.