Day 81/360: Vegas — The Brain Arrives

I crashed at W’s place last night. We wake up, have breakfast (two Krispy Kreme donuts and a McDonald’s Southwest Chicken meal), and I get food coma. I wake up seven hours later with a stomach ache. This is why I don’t eat cooked food.

The Brain arrives. We take a cab to the Voodoo Lounge. It’s really cool but a sausage-fest. Not so cool.

The Brain opens three girls. Nomad and I wing him until the bottom floor is closed.

A girl dances and falls onto me. She tells me I’m clearly not drinking enough if I’m standing so well. I don’t care for her and don’t game her at all.

We leave because I feel like shit. Thanks guys.

I see a girl walking through the slot machines. Horse girl. She walks right by.

Two girls come out of a cab and come toward me. Horse girl. I’m almost done with horse girl when they join a third girl, who Nomad had horse girled earlier. They quickly scram.

We arrive at the Hard Rock. Nomad and I spot two hot blondes and walk increasingly faster toward them. He pushes me aside and opens one. I open the other with psychologist but completely authoritatively. She likes me but needs some front desk help or something. The girls rejoin and walk away. I see Nomad give up his girl so I give up mine. Nomad spots them again later. I reopen, asking if they were locked out of their rooms, but they are completely cold to me. I leave.

I see a hot sales girl at a jewelry store. I go in and realize her face is not so nice up close. Oh well. Horse girl, shedding cat, tour guide. I get her number.

I go out and see Nomad and The Brain talking to two hot girls. I go in and help out. The drunk blonde likes my hair, asking if I’m Japanese. No I’m Swedish. She’s confused and starts spouting Japanese. She has a boyfriend, who the other girl is bringing her to. They leave after Nomad gets the other girl’s number.

I see a hot girl with three guys, each guy looking like they could beat me into a bloody pulp. Nah, it’s probably creative avoidance. I go in, horse girl. Nomad and The Brain wing me. Midway through one of the guys asks if I’m hitting on her, that it’s pointless because she’s a lesbian. I ignore him and continue, but the group leaves.

I walk next to a girl. I see Nomad about to open her so I know she’s cute, so I open her before he can. Horse girl. We circle the area, looking for an ATM. She’s from Tennessee. Reckon/yonder, eat shit. She’s pretty unresponsive and she keeps walking. She’s on a mission to gamble so I get her number.

I see six hot girls walk out of a club. I’m intimidated so I go in. Horse girl to one girl. Apparently they were all saying goodbye so the one girl is isolated with me. She quickly walks out the door before I finish horse girl, though.

Tall blonde walking toward us. Horse girl, she says it’s a great pickup line. I tell her I got laid with it 300 times last week alone. She seems attracted so I try building rapport, asking what her plans are. She says she’s meeting her boyfriend right now. I let her go.

A tall black girl walks around the bar by herself. Horse girl, shedding cat. She says she is a prostitute. I tell her I’ll leave her to her business then.

I see a cute girl on the phone standing by herself. Horse girl. After I’m done she starts talking on the phone, telling the guy on the other line what she’s wearing and finding out what he’s wearing. She’s a ho. Tour guide. I get her number, in spite of better judgment.

I texted all three numbers with “hi horse girl”. The jewelry store girl texted back:
Her: Hey u
Me: What are you up to, eating marshmallows and watching soap operas?
Her: Yahhhh exactlyyy
Me: Minus two cool points
Her: Lol silly. Ill save ur nmbr but I’m callin it a nite
Me: No dreaming about me, I charge for that
Her: Lol ur silly. B safe

Tonight was short. I should have went out earlier. Cooked food bad.

I need to be more aggressive with my touching. We are in a public space, the casino floor, so I treat it as day game. But I should touch more and see what happens.