dumb quick vegas story

[snagglepuss]

midnight at the paris casino. im a bit sick so not out for the night. everyone else is gone. order up some delicious hotwings.

eat said hotwings lounging around the room in my boxers.

hot wing bones kind of stink. so i go to wheel the cart out into hallway.

*CLICK* woops im retarded i think immediately as the door closes and locks behind me.

so now im sitting in the hallway. no key obviously. no cell phone. no wallet. no shoes/sandals. no pants. and likely stinking of hot wings.

so i have the pleasure of taking down the escalator, and walking through the pretty busy casino and lounge area towards the registration area in my super sexy attire and bare feet. people were making no effort to suppress *wtf* looks or laughing at me.

i finally make it to the registration area and two young female european workers stop their conversation as i am walking up to them.

as super embarassing as this is, now i am paranoid about my wang somehow bursting through the boxer fly.

they go from being confused to laughing it up at me, joking that they are were going to call security to nab a barefooted pervert.

thankfully nate remembered to put my name on the room, or i would have been super screwed and would not be in my room typing this right now.

security let me in, i showed them some id, and that is that.