Wow, Vegas was a trip. We arrived thursday night and checked into the luxor, wonderfully kitsch egyption decor, inclinators (escalators that move in an angle, really amusing when you're drunk) and the vegas casino scene (no windows, no clocks, no way to figure out what the time is).
So basically the trip involved drinking margaritas at the pool, eating goot expensive food (oh man, the steak at mon ami blabla was the best steak I've ever had</a>), and getting drunk at the roulette (yeah yeah, so I lost money, but I had a good time) and thereafter just getting a bit more drunk.
My flight out was at 7:40, so I spend most of the night with three brits in the Nefertiti Lounge at the luxer, inflicting liverdamage with the help of whiskey-sours and corona (you can't get decent beer in these hotels).
I of course almost managed to miss my flight home, so I got upgraded to first class (boohoo), fell asleep before we took off and didn't wake up till we had landed, excellent.
Now I have sunburns on my legs, more sunscreen next time.
Oh yeah, click here for the proof (bemaerk forresten haaret, naesten normalt!).
I'm still looking for a job, have had a few interviews but still no offers. Also some more recruiters from agenciens saying "we don't want no steenkin' H1b's". So my deadline for a job is around start of june, since my employment/eazel will stop mid-june and so will my cashflow. So somewhere around that time I'll have to decide what to do with my life (og mangel paa samme).
Heh, intet at sige som ikke taaler dagens lys i denne omgang. Tak til de folk som har skrevet og sagt buhu at firmaet doede, luner i disse haarde kolde tider.
(summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).
Nope, need a job first...