The all-you-can-eat-buffet binge hangover scenario.
The one where you wake up face down in the carpet asking, “What the hell happened last night, and why am I holding a half eaten turkey leg?”
I tried to focus on the light coming in from the hallway that was flooding in from under the crack at the bottom of the door.
I blinked my eyes a few times to bring everything into focus.
I had been awoken by the hum of a vacuum cleaner and with a strange taste in my mouth.
The room was dark, and my head was spinning.
I sat up and looked around, and I noticed that there were a handful of tiny hotel soaps scattered about.
I was alone. Thank goodness.
I’ve seen enough movies to know that I could have woken up to any number of embarrassing predicaments, including a most regrettable encounter with an angry monkey in the bathroom wearing a shower cap and pelting me with hotel soaps.
I checked the bathroom. No monkey, but the soap said Caesars Palace…
The buffet. I remember a buffet.
I wiped my face.
Was that blood? Oh my gawd, was I bleeding?
Nope. It tasted like barbecue sauce.
What the hell had happened last night?
One minute you’re having a few cocktails, and headed to an all you can eat buffet, and the next….you’re waking up from a all night binge covered in hot mustard, with indigestion and a death grip on giant turkey leg.
The last thing you may remember was trying to plot out your strategy, to decide if you needed one plate or two, and figure out if you could discreetly tuck the extra pork chop under your arm while you put the gravy on your mashed potatoes…. Continue reading What Happens in Vegas…