s07e08 - "Get off my Island"

The walk home from the Palms was ... interesting to say the least.

First off, we decided to walk home a little differently and took some back streets to get back to the Tropicana a fraction quicker than going the long way round down Flamingo and then down the Strip.

On the way we stumbled across Tommy Rocker's Topless Rock n Roll Club. Sweet, although the clincher was the massive neon sign that said '24 hour video poker'. In we go and to our horror theres no one playing poker .... or any toplessness for that matter.

Maybe its just a break in the fun, so we'll stick and stay for a drink.
We kind knew we where in for a long one when the manager walks up and tells the girl behind the bar that the only girl he could get is "on her way". The remainder of our drinks got slurrped up over the next 10 minutes before moving on ,,, in the nick of time mind you as the talent had just turned up.
Let me just say that the place was better off without any talent than the talent that just rocked up.

And so the walk continued ....

A new dilemma confronted us though when the sidewalk ran out halfway across the overpass of the Interstate (see Highway). With 8 lanes of traffic screaming by we had participate in a game of human Frogger to get home.
This was going to be tough, and made tougher by some clown who drove by, some 20m away and screamed for us to get off his road.
Obviousy by the fact that I'm writing this, we both made it across ... but there was some hairy moments and severl Emu'esk moments of road crossing!