Around the World in 150 Days, Day 20, Man of Leisure
April 26th, Las Vegas: I've gotten way behind in my writing so I've decided to sit out by the Bellagio pool all day to simultaneously work on my blog and my tan. On my way down from the room I stop off at the convenience store and purchase a tin of small cigars and a vitamin water, just the resources needed to be a proper man of leisure.
I grab two towels, find a chair in the sun, then lay out and fire up my computer. The sun is so bright that it's practically impossible to see the cursor on the screen, so once I fire up Microsoft Word I try and not click off the program because I know it'll take me forever to find the arrow again. Naturally I am also spending a fair amount of time scoping the hot chicks at the pool, but given that I have dinner plans and am leaving immediately after I bust (or win) the Caesars $5,000 I won't bother talking to any.
I take a break between my writing to go for a swim then lounge around in the hot tub for a while. I feel slightly out of place being alone, but really it's too nice a day to not get in the water. That and I want to give myself an excuse to stop working for a while.
When I return to my chair I lit up a cigar. I realize now that this makes writing difficult, because either I have the cigar in one of my hands and it's no longer available to type, or it's in my mouth and the smoke trickles up to my eyes, messing with my concentration. None of this stops me from smoking.
When I finish my work I head over to the apartment of the girl I've been hanging out with an hour before I said I'd show up. I ask her if it's cool if I use the gym and she suggests we play racquetball, which I am all the fuck about. We go downstairs and I thrash her for a few games despite trying to take it easy on her. She eventually tires of losing and decides to go upstairs to start working on the food. I tell her I'll meet her up there because I want to practice for a while and run around. I play against myself until I feel appropriately drenched in sweat, then return to the apartment and ask to use the shower.
After drying off and getting changed I chill out on the couch and watch 'How I Met Your Mother' while she finishes making the food. She offers me a drink, I go with beer. She sets dinner out on a table with two scented candles on it. I feel like those are the kind of things that'd you'd never think would give you cancer but do. She's made a spicy Salmon with vegetables dish, and it is fucking awesome. I tell her that the biggest compliment I can give her about the cooking is being too busy shoveling it in my mouth to give a compliment. Then I keep shoveling.
I help her put the dishes away after dinner. Then we hang out on the couch with a bottle of wine watching the drunken, suit wearing antics of Barney for a while. I dig his style.