So we made it back to the Hilton and saw the shineys to their bed, or at least the elevators that led at some point to their beds, and the brutah and I made our way out to the casino and the fun clinging and clanging that we love so much. I thought I was something special and ordered…water please. We hang out for a bit, then meandered up to the room, where even though we got into our respective sleeping platforms at a reasonable time, we still talked of things everquesty until three in the morning.
That night was brutal not only on my bowels for some reason, but on the rest of me as well. Every hour I awoke and used the toilet. Degraded it really. Then I got a bit of sleep and awoke bright and early at the crack of about eleven and was ready to go. After a monster or three. I awoke to the sound of my funk soul bruthah remarking on the ability one has to use EQ2 phrases in every day life. I was sleeping, he responds to a text message from the shineys that “ranger is medding”. And I was.
We ended up hooking up with our guildey shiney friends in their room at the Hilton and I passed on the shirts I had made for all of us to wear. There had been another guild that had shirts as well the night before, but they sucked and were made out of cheezy shirts and that weird gel squirt bottle stuff. Sure they looked cool for the night but I don’t think they would last for very long. Unlike my shirts, which I soaked in the dye for so long that the lettering almost didn’t show up. For that I slashed the prices and sold em for less. We all changed in the shiney’s bathroom, so I didn’t have to unleash the gutus on them, and we all were tye-dyed and beautiful. And on a side note, this was the first tye-dye to cleanse Mr. and Mrs. Shiney in their life times, so I got the tye-dye creator chubby.
