I woke up today, and decided to grab some breakfast with a buddy of mine.

The streets were clear, and we were in a nice BMW convertible with the top down.

Driving such a machine a mere few blocks just seemed like a complete waste, and we somehow came up with the idea of heading out to Red Rock Station.

Neither one of us had been there for a couple of months, and it was about as far out of town as we could get without leaving Las Vegas, so why the hell not …

Traffic was extremely light the whole way, and it didn’t take more than 15 or 20 minutes to get there.

We took a seat in the restaurant called the “Grand Cafe”, and I ordered Huevos Rancheros.

I attempted to make the waitress uncomfortable a few times by introducing my buddy as my homosexual gay lover, requested side orders of coke and/or heroin, etc … but she was an older lady, and my attempts at humor largely fell flat as she just shot me quizzical “What the fuck are you talking about?” looks.

Eventually I ceased trying to entertain myself with this lady, because she either didn’t get it, or didn’t like me (or both).

She also got our orders mixed up and plopped a plate full of bacon and sausage down in front of my non-red-meat-eating friend … but it eventually got worked out.

Anyway, the food was really quite good … but breakfast would have been ever so slightly more entertaining if she could have made good with the cocaine.

I suppose that goes without saying though.

Anyway, after breakfast we headed out to see what was happening by the pool.

Even 15 miles off-strip, Vegas is still an utter sausage-fest, but I got my flag up to half-mast observing a few of the poolside waitresses.

One Asian waitress in particular had me dry-humping my zipper, and I remain impressed with the overall quality of the waitresses and their costumes.

Anyway, we were in the joint for a couple of hours, and it pretty much looks the same as it always has. I was there when the place opened, and not much has changed since opening day. It’s still a very nice place … especially for a “local’s casino”.

I still think it is a couple of notches above Green Valley Ranch, but much like the ongoing “Biggie vs. Tupac” debate, comparing GVR with RR will always be a bone of great contention among Vegas locals.

Can’t we just end the rivalry and stop the senseless shootings over this issue?

They are both fine high-end local’s casinos, but “The District” still sucks.

Anyway, on our way out, I noticed that on the marquee, Kanye “George Bush Does Not Care About Black People” West is scheduled to play at the casino later this month.

Red Rock strikes me as a really odd place for Kanye to play, but I guess the gig pays.

I’m not sure a casino is the best place to avoid gold diggers, but it ain’t like Kayne is a broke nigga, so it’s all good.

Anyway, it was a pleasant start to the weekend.