Some of my favorite Britcoms:
Little Britain which is coming to HBO sometime soon
French and Saunders, a brilliant pair
Vicar Of Dibley, Also with Dawn French. Emma Chambers is hilarious
Last but not least two clips from The Catherine Tate Show.
PART III
Thursday, September 14, 2007
So we get up and work on the car. It’s a new Vegas vacation ritual. Get up work on car. And eat at the omelet house. Everyone is bitter or angry or hung-over. Not me. I’m drunk. You’re a pretty girl. So it was a great breakfast. Then we stopped at the Fashion Show mall to fix the car again. 
Since 3 or 4 people out on the street keeping shouting, “Your engine’s leaking, YOUR ENGINE’S LEAKING.” “YEAH NO SHIT THE 30 PEOPLE BEFORE YOU JUST TOLD US!! GO WORK YOUR CORNER AND SHUT UP!” My brother gets angry in the heat with car problems. Trying to keep him calm in these situations is like trying to get Jamie to wear her bra, futile and dangerous. 
We check into the Golden Gate casino. It’s very small. It was built in 1906 and has an Old Timey Vegas atmosphere. The rooms are small but very cozy. So we check in and everyone goes swimming at the casino next door and Corey and I go to the grocery store. I get a liter of rum. *grin* We get back and walk to the crappiest buffet ever after getting kicked out of our casino because the teens are too young. So we head back to our room for awhile to relax and prepare for the Fremont Street Experience. Glug Glug Glug.
(To Be Continued)
PART II
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
So I get to my room after a very long walk. 
I no sooner sit down when my phone rings. My brother says dad wired my money and lets walk to the Western Union(which is by The Flamingo) and pick up a sweaty, wad of cash. Maybe it doesn’t seem that far away, but when you are as fat as I am. And I AM FAT. It’s like lifting weights while walking. No one in my family seems to understand this. They think, “Oh it’ll be good exercise”. Well sure if you want to do squats for a mile or so. So after cursing him out we drive to the Western Union. Well It’s not that easy to just drive done the strip and park in the Western Union parking lot(Because there isn’t one) 
So we park at the Paris. Then walk through Paris and Bally’s and try to find the stupid cash store. Finally I pass out on the ground and say go on without me. So he does and arrives back in twenty minutes. YAY MONEY!! So we go to the grocery store and stock up my room bar with a fifth of rum, a fifth of Jagermeister, and a premixed bottle of margaritas. I hike to my room and commence drinking. 
Soon my room is crowded with people of various types. 
I mean my family. Well I have a fine time. You’re a pretty girl. Everyone goes out on the strip, but Chris and I stay in and watch a marathon of Everybody Loves Raymond. You may think boring. SO WHAT?? It’s my trip and I wanted to relax and drink and I got to while everyone else had to work all week. So I got mine. So just eat it and mind your own business.
(To be continued)
PART I
Tuesday, Sept 11, 2007
We arrived at Buffalo Bill’s around 9pm-ish. Immediately when we parked the radiator hose gave out and leaked it’s innards all over the hot, sticky parking lot. Screw this, I’m checking in. So I check in, and because I made reservations on my card at three of the four hotels we were staying at and each placed a hold charge on them, my debit card said nope you ain’t staying here with me tonight. Actually it let me charge two of the four rooms. I forgot to mention, I was on vacation with my brother Corey, 37, his two sons, Ben, 16, and Dylan, 15, Corey’s fiance Shar, 35, and her three kids, Sheridee, 18, Chris, 14, and J.T., 16, as well as Sheridee’s boyfriend Jeremy, 22-ish??(Jeremy 2 is what I called him all vacation). So I charged two rooms and called my bank(I know Jen I know), They said there were three hold charges and until they lifted I probably couldn’t use my card. Average number of days for a hold to drop: 5.
We ate dinner. I lost $20 in the slots in 2 minutes. I found the gift shop and purchased my first pint of Rum(Bacardi to be specific), which was also close to $20, but it would take me longer than two minutes to lose it. I made a Dr. Pepper and Rum, drank it and went to bed.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Call Dad. Beg for cash. Make large batch of Dr Pepper and Rum for breakfast. Drink Breakfast. You’re a pretty girl. 
(To be continued)
So at my job I work with Desiree and her husband Tyler, although Tyler works in the next room over. Anyhow Tyler passed this on to his wife, Desiree(who is awesome and hilarious), and she passed it on to me. So thank you Desiree and Tyler for this little gem.
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