The one place where everything is pleasurably sinful - Las Vegas.
Last night was one helluva of an experience, alright. My senses can still recall the glittering neon lights, extravagant buildings, rows and rows of slot machines, the blaring sound of tonight's band playing alternative rock to get everybody on their feet, the smell of alcohol, smoke, and cheap perfume; the lavish hotels and casinos, and definitely the intoxicating sense of enjoyment found when you're having the night of your life in Vegas.
When I woke up today, I rewarded myself a big breakfast plate from the morning buffet at Sam's Town Hotel and Casino. Chocolate muffin, hash brown potatoes, corned beef hash, creamy scrambled eggs, strips of sizzling bacon, fluffy French toast, sausage links, strawberry yogurt, a banana, and a steaming mug of coffee.
For somebody who hasn't been eating breakfast since high school, I sure did a number on this one. HAHA.
Oh well, a crazy night warrants a crazy breakfast plate!
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