05-02-04 - 11:05 a.m.
god help me, i've moved a 17 year old pregnant girl to the land of cheap buffets. there was no sign of her weepy homesickness for california yesterday in harrah's, where, after devouring two heaping plates of snow crab, shrimp and mussels, she asked the guy at the carving station for half a chicken and cheerfully received it. half a chicken! i have tentatively dubbed this baby 'bruce-and-patti', but i am secretly convinced it is actually one of those hideous reptilian things from 'alien', waiting to emerge and devour an entire casino buffet in one acid-infested drooly bite.