Official SJ.com Las Vegas gathering, April 1-April 3, 2007

I was not drunk. I was merely an enabler.

 

Sorry, I will clarify. I talked to a drunk sportschick and I talked to OTD.

 

Two things I have learned from my drunk-dialing of the Vegas crew: 1. Sportschick definitely talks like a Valley Girl; and 2. Buckweaver isn't getting up to watch Opening Day, so his baseball posts in the future should be no longer taken seriously.

 

I got some weird text that was 32KB and that I had to download, but I tried 3 times and I couldn't. I wrote sc back that I couldn't open it, and never heard back. Oh well. I deleted it.

Closest I've gotten to a drunk dial.

 

No one drunk-dialed/drunk-texted me. Y'all's be slipping.

At least in D.C. The Jones Version, I got some grimy details out of that one.

 

He might be up now. His room is next to mine, and the faucet in my bathroom makes a hideous noise. It kind of sounds like a double-bass bassoon or something. It's likely that that served as his wakeup call.

 

They've left me alone. I'm kind of disappointed but I know they're out having a ball, so that's cool.

 

You leave me some money OTD? I'm hitting the MGM Wednesday...

 

I got a call from sc, but she wasn't drunk. It was only like 7:30 there.

 

I didn't get any calls.

Oh wait ... I didn't give out my number. Oops.

 

I got poolside text messages while covering a softball game. Good times.

 

Good Times Being Had at Palms now. fuckeyes lost (me/joe bet on gators.) Dinner at Gardunos was fucking amazing. Lots of free drinks here at sportsbook.