Yep, after all my earnings, I blow it on the one thing I always wanted: a PS3. Anyway, Vegas was freakin' awesome! Four days of being drunk off my ass, winning and losing money, and buying new threads and a new pair of Jordans...yeah, vacation is sweet indeed. Ironically, I'd say my heavy drinking brought me the most fun...all that time I was hitting on the waitress while she brought me a never ending flow of alchohol. I swear to God, I must've tipped this woman at least $200 by the time I left for home. But it was money well spent: she took care of me, brought me beer before I even asked for it, and even when I refused she still got me beer. Or how she got me free shots of Crown Royal. And the way she called me "baby?" Man, that's hot. I know she was only doing her job, but if I lived there, I guarantee you she'd be mine. It was a real tragedy that I left, however...I had to tell this wonderful woman that it was my final night of reckless drinking and burning money, and the last time I'd see her beautiful face again for possibly another year. So we shook hands, she told me how badly she'll miss me, and how a year was too long for her to wait for me. Suffice to say, I enjoyed that last beer like it was my final hours of life. I tell you...the most perfect women are the ones you meet only once in your life and end up being two worlds apart.