you're so money

vegas baby, vegas. the hotel is downtown, but it still rocks. i, unfortunately, do not. it's a little past 7pm, and i'm in my room ready to crash while other, much more fun conference-goers are dancing at pirahna nightclub or ogling strippers at...well, the strip. i thought i might go for a night dip at the pool outside, but i'm so tired i'm afraid i would just slink to the bottom in unguarded exhaustion and drown.

emily (coworker): there are so many wedding chapels here! isn't that wild??
me: i'm gonna ply you with nighttime sudafed and marry you later.
emily: hahahaha. wait, what?
me: nothing, nothing.