The Player: Shepherd

The Listeners: Me, lil’ Markie

Our hotel caters to the buffet lover who loves to eat through breakfast and lunch, mind you we are not, overweight Sloth (** Disclaimer** No animals were harmed in the writing of this story, and we are sorry if we offend any living Sloth or remaining ancestors or evolutionary evolvement of the aforementioned Sloth). Back to the story at hand, Shepherd who loves his buffets, (and who can blame him), ate too many fruit cups and had to make a pit-stop back in the room. While we walked hurriedly back to the suite, we kept the “running joke” going that after his evacuation he will lose enough of what he ate to equal a “BackStreet Boy.” After arriving in our room, Shepherd with his tail between his legs rushed, ok ran to the “WC” and let out a noise that was worthy of a courtesy flush after the first 10seconds, all along singing BackStreet Boys tunes like they were falling into the water.

The Players: Me, Shepherd, lil’ Markie

When:One hour before departure

Again, DV8R has to Rest before departure time; we loaded up his carryon bag with the small leave-behinds the hotel places in the room for your reading enjoyment and all of the street smut we could bear to carry. So the departure and the ride home went smooth, he never noticed that his bag was so packed with crap that the zipper about busted. Well anyhow he gets home and his momma is waiting up to hear all about this Vegas Vacation, so he unzips his bag looking for the obligatory knickknack dice and shot-glass but, starts pulling out all of the binders, paper, magazines, TV-guides, and doesn’t really know why or how they got in there so he shows off anyway until. He gets to those little escort cards they hand out on the strip personally signed DV8R, had a great time last night, call me! I will end the story there, oh yeah, try to imagine his moms face!

The Players: Me, Shepherd, DV8R and lil’ Markie

When: One hour before our departure.

DV8R had to Rest before checking out, so quiet as mice we gathered all of the furniture that wasn’t nailed down and barricaded the bathroom door with it. I know, I know the bathroom door swings in! But non-the less we thought it was clever. Now for the coupe-de-grace we sneak out of the room to leave DV8R to his business. So time passes, the boys and I are in the lobby waiting and mulling over all the different scenarios of what DV8R found after his visit to the library, when low and behold the man emerges and man was he mad. Come to find out while he was Resting the service maid walked and saw the dismay in which we left the room and began swearing like a sailor on shore leave. DV8R still on the porcelain bus, started yelling through the door that he was still occupying the room, so hurriedly he cleaned up and tried exiting the Water Closet and about broke his will trying to climb over every thing to get out. True to his upbringing, he put everything back in its proper place. We still giggle like schoolgirls when some one tells the story.