Vegas, baby!
a mate and i were doing a road trip through the states in a van. though we were on a budget we decided while we were in vegas to get a room in the tropicana. the rooms were pretty cheap anyway, as they really want you there to gamble. We discovered that many of the casinos have all you can eat buffets, filled with fat yanks in hawaiian shorts gorging themselves. Tropicana for breakfast, Circus Circus for lunch, etc. To recover some of our outlay, we thought what a great idea to stock up on food for the next few weeks. We were still working our way through the drugs we'd bought in san francisco trying to re-create a Hunter S thompson kind of thing, and I was starting to get bad paranioa believing i was being constantly filmed. not entirely unjustified as we were in a casino and the drug laws in Nevada are particularly harsh. Nevertheless, we would take a seat at these buffets each carrying a full size backpack and duffel bag, and proceed to fill them up in multiple trips empting our plates into them under the table every go around. In hindsight, we probably over-estimated the time it takes for 40 chicken drumsticks, half a duffel bag full of pizza slices, and 5 supermarket bags of caesar salad to begin to putrify.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 9 Nov 2007, 11:31, Reply)