So how was Vegas?

It was insane. Easily the funnest trip I've ever taken. And the blurriest. Being drunk for a week isn't as easy as it sounds. Dollar Heinekens helped out though. As soon as we got there, the first item on the agenda was find a liquor store. And especially one that wouldn't rape us because we were clueless tourists. We found a good deal and spent wisely. Well, most of us did. JR wanted to buy a whole bunch of bullshit cordials. We need to get wasted; we don't have time for fruity drinks and elaborate shots. He must think he's a real bartender or something.

The clubs were cool. OPM's look was cool. But the music sucked. JR liked it, go figure. Biggest success from there was all the cool pics we took. Light looked amazing. And the music wasn't half bad. Pure was... it was...painful. It was the longest line that I've ever waited in. Ever. For anything. The hottest clubs around here. Disney rides. The DMV. The Hospital! None of those places ever made me wait for 3 hours! I got to thinking, it better be a fucking carnival in there. I want naked women all over the place. A bowl of rolls. And a line of coke for each patron. Holy shit. I couldn't even enjoy it when I finally got in there at 3 in the morning. It looked good though. Too bad I was too tired to enjoy it.

By my birthday on Sunday night, I was already out of money. We got drunk and took some bars. I hate those things. I got drowsy almost right away and went to sleep. Come to find out, I did a lot that night. Pablo was there the whole time, just ask him... on second thought, don't ask him.

The rest of the trip was fun. A lot of the best memories didn't have anything to do with gambling, shows, or cool casinos. It was the guys I went with. Pablo and JR are my roll dogs for real. It was non-stop laughter the whole week. Whether we were teasing each other or people around us, we were cracking up all day long. I could go anywhere with those guys and have a good time. We need to go somewhere else; especially for Pablo. He needs to get out more. I'll tell yall a quickie:

We settle into the hotel and are getting our liquor out of their bags. We realize that we need some ice to chill the vodka and some mixers. So I told Pablo to get some ice from down the hall.
He says, "How much is it?"
"How much is it? It's free you idiot, haven't you ever been in a hotel before." Amateur.

Where we headed to next guys?