Un-day

Today ended the porn convention which for my own selfish reasons I have to say, thank god. Last night I was in the mood to play and have some fun, but the entire town it seems turned into competitive porn stars,  like it was a sport, competitive porn sex, and suddenly everyone’s must-have sex was nothing short of a three ring circus bearing the mentality of “anything porn can do I can smash better”. And while this old body still works fine, it doesn’t bounce back from hardcore smashing like it did when I was 25. 

It’s like when the Consumer Electronic Show comes to Vegas, suddenly everyone’s more expert than the experts. This sadly happens with every convention. 

“Oh sure he’s ok in his movies but can he do this!”

Yes. I’m pretty sure he can. Only he gets paid to. Whereas you on the other hand are paying money to pretend to be him. To pretend to be better than him. Kudos to everyone in Vegas who made money off you this weekend. 

No thanks.

Hard pass.

And now that the porn caravan has finally left town, people are coming back to their weekday senses. But last night was last night. And today is today. 

Fremont Street Experience is just a few blocks from my apartment. Often times I can hear bands play from my front stoop. FYI, The Plaza Hotel Casino, is my favorite casino on 

FSE. Random information. No particular reason. On occasion friends and I stay local, hang out on FSE and listen to 80’s bands playing the stages and dance like this for two and a half hours https://youtu.be/WSLMN6g_Od4

By the third hour my feet were killing me. This is why hookup apps rule the world. 

As we left Fremont Street, we past a woman knocked out cold on the sidewalk. She was heavyset, disheveled, older, not wearing much clothing for 2am January, and one of her shoes had been knocked off. It was lying beside her bare foot. There were a few young men kindly trying to help her, trying to wake her up, get her talking, but she was out cold flat. My girlfriend called 911, and I waved down an ambulance that just happened to park across the street. Soon after calling 911 the police arrived, as did town sheriffs, and the ambulance made a u-turn towards us from across the street. And all while we were trying to help this poor woman, onlooker after onlooker past by us and snapped photos of the woman who quite possibly could have been dead. Why would you want a picture of that? 

We left.

It was taco time.

We grabbed Taco Bell and headed back to my apartment. 

“What’s that arrangement over there?” My merry friend asked. 

Well

You see

At the beginning of the day I had something else in mind as to how I was going to spend my night and so I set up that part of my apartment forZzzzzzzzzzzzz....

Whatever

We ended the night with tacos and Tinder until we both passed out. Cell phones still in hands. I do that a lot lately, pass out with my cell phone still in my hand. 

Could be worse I guess.

We’re better off than that poor woman on the sidewalk, aren’t we? At least we went home.