Fried chicken for breakfast.
Sweet sassy molassy!
OK so, it was a bit of a rough wake-up at 1:22 pm, but we made it to the Buffet in time to fill up two plates each and gorge on equal parts fat, sugar, and JellO.
The coffee was horrendous, the juice so so, but the fried chicken soothed the soul!
That greasy mess made me forget all about that painful sore footed march along the strip at 3 am in desperate search of either a taxi, the deuce, or another free drink.
(*Shutter*)