In December of 2008, I met a young lady @ the bar of the club I was a member of. And on that night I met her, I stupidly took her to Vegas. I had a comped room @ the Wynn.
Anyway, once we checked into the Wynn Casino, we went down to the poker room(I gave her gambling money). We sat @ the same table and after about ten minutes of play she wins a big pot. Then she subsequently gathers her chips and leaves the table.
I was stunned! I take this ____ to LV and she takes off on me. Man, that pissed me off!!! And I don't see her in the room until several hours later. Obviously, I didn't get laid... Quite frankly, I wasn't expecting to get laid, I just wanted to hang out and this fucking _____ takes off on me! Fuck!
I did make sure she returned to San Francisco safely, but after that incident I've never talked to her again. I saw her @ the club many times, yet I pretended she didn't exist...
She's a bartender and I make sure not to frequent any bars she works @...
However, last night I went to one of my regular spots to say hey to my friends who work there. I actually know the GM pretty well. The fucking ___ now works @ this joint. Fuck!
I was on my 15th day of no alcohol and I fell off of the wagon because of the above incident... Yes, that's weak...
A typical day in the life of NY...
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