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Finally we get to Vegas and our hotel. We were regrouping in the hotel room when suddenly my friend lets out a shriek of laughter in the bathroom. Now mind you, she is alone in there and we haven’t been the room more than five minutes. Come to find out, a pair of men’s dirty underwear is lying balled up in the corner under the sink. We called the front desk and they sent a security guy up to clear away the hazardous material. Of course his haz mat gear consisted of his shoe (to pull the offending material out from under the sink) and a pair of latex gloves (to pick up the offending material).
After that I needed a drink. My germaphobia was kicking into high gear. Needless to say I pounded two beers and felt much better. By the way, the view from Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville is beautiful. I recommend sitting on the rooftop patio if the weather permits.