... then I tried to kill him... wait, he tried to kill me... no, we tried to kill each other... (part three: Vegas baby, Vegas...)

On the way back to the car, Robb and I discussed dinner plans. It was here that I found out that Robb has NEVER been to Las VEgas before in his life.

"well in that case, we HAVE to go into town. We'll look around for a buffet, walk around looking for scantily clad girls in the casinos and then come back to camp"

Little did he know what he was getting into. You see - Robb is from the Alaskan mountains. He's used to quiet serenity, mountains, star light and all that stuff. I neglected to mention that on the weekends, you have a loud bustling party city filled with all the obnoxious LA people. He tried to kill me once - it was payback time >:)

So we drove out to Strip. We started from the north end and *SLOWLY* made our way south towards Treasure Island Casino where I found some parking. All the way, I have never seen a 5'11" man shrink down to the size of a small suitcase in the passenger seat. He was wide eyed, cowering and absolutely silent. Every once in a while, he'd glance around at the people walking on the sidewalks next to us and murmur "obi... i'm scared...". I think I was starting to crack his mental will to live...

Parking was found, I managed to coax Robb out of the car to find food. Where did we eat? The cheapest, dingiest hole in the wall casino on the strip - the Frontier. If you've never been to Vegas, the Frontier is the casino that's like your old pet dog that just refuses to die. Its hair is scruffy in the patches that its got left, half blind, pees on the carpet incessantly and loses itself in episodes of dementia as it attempts to chase its own tail. Yup - that's the Frontier. It's sunk so low that it takes pride in how cheesy and dilapidated it really is as it sits next to the newer and glitzier casinos like Treasure Island.

One buffet, 2 casino and a long walk around Vegas during Halloween weekend later, we find ourselves back to the car and heading back to camp. Robb is so shell shocked from his ordeal that he has to sit in perfect silence in the car and stays awake for the next hour trying to compose himself. He would now murmur a more distinct comment to me: "I hate you Obi". *grin* We never did find nice looking scantily clad women... 'cept the ones in the pirate show but they were too far away to really appreciate anyway. I think I successfully *almost* killed him in spirit.

Oh and a general message to some of you ladies: if you have cottage cheese arms and weigh over 250 lbs, please do not walk around in public with a playboy bunny costume.