My Extraunordinary Trip

Alcatraz is on the other side of the bridge. But I wasn't sitting on that side, so fuck yas, you get this side. *sigh* I'm not even trying anymore. 

Possible Lolita-themed strip club? Fun fact: This was Rolf Harris' favourite place to go in San Francisco. 

Filthy Californians.

A great beer deserves a great price. The reverse is also true. 

Not pictured: Yosemite National Park.

The wall at the Dirty Donkey bar. Their Picassos are on loan to the Lourve. 

Picked up these bad boys in a skill tester machine in a bar called the Dirty Donkey. Best $19 I ever spent.  And notice that $1 in the background? Plenty more where that came from...ladies*. *There's only four more. 

I'll say it before and i'll say it again; tomatoes aren't hand-fruits!

Honeycomb trolley. 

It's weird that out of everything I could have taken photos of in in glamorous/decadent vegas, I took a photo of this coaster in my hotel bathroom. But, shoot me if this isn't just the best damn coaster ever!!!

It's true. I was. By myself. Not the Vegas way. 

The Eiffel Tower in Vegas is behind this pole. Not so glamorous now are ya Vegas?!?

In a stretch limo, looking out the skylight at the amazing Vegas landscape. Probably shouldn't have chosen the one window that you can't see out of, but i'm not the kinda guy that corrects his mistakes. 

The glittering lights of Vegas extend to their cookie-cutter hotels as well. 

People watching the polish bears. 

light 'em up. 

Nothing like a hot cinnamon donut in 45 degree heat to help you cool down.