The Liver Of Might

Despite my attempts to thwart the life of my liver through fried, spice covered sea fare and oceans of booze, my liver seems to be surviving. No matter, I still have at least one more full day.

On to more important things. Yesterday, I woke up early. Not sure why, but I figured I'd make use of my insomnia. I ventured from my room to the lobby with my trusty laptop in one hand and my much-needed "wake up juice" in the other. I found a spot and began typing. After yesterdays post was finished, I walked around for a bit, and then went back to the room. Keep in mind there is a convention for doctors here. So amidst this lonely soul and his meandering were swarms of doctors, who all seemed uneasy by my presence. I thought keeping still might relieve their curiosity, but then I remember that they weren't bears. I began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. I was a lone buoy of normalcy in an angry sea of nerd. Eventually I had enough and left.

I dropped off the laptop and headed for the casino. I walked around for a bit then settled on a poker slot machine because all the table games were full. I was there for about 2 hours, during which, I was getting some of the same bewildered stares I was back at the hotel. Once I'd thoroughly bored with the casino, I left. It wasn't until I had to fight my way back through the judging eyes of the crowds in the lobby and arrived in my room that I realized the folly of my ways. I hadn't been the subject of ridicule for the last 4 hours due to my not fitting in with the doctor dorks or the yokels. The credit for such attention is due to the makers of American Eagle cargo shorts. It seems as though they incorporated shoddy zippers into the very pair I was wearing. Thus, I had been walking around for several hours, amongst crowds both on the streets and in the lobbies, with my fly down. That's right, I had Windows open on my laptop. The wall had come down and my Pink Floyd was showing. Frodo had made his way out of Moria. So I did what any normal person would do in that situation, I zipped up. Then, it was off to the bar.

It was here in my little tail that I was going to post pictures of this evenings outing. The problem is, my FTP is being blocked by the service here at the hotel. So, rather than tell you wonderful stories and try to explain the pictures I took, I will save this one for when I get back on Sunday. However, stay tuned for tomorrows installment titled - Yeah, who's your daddy know, Liver?