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I swear- getting back from a vacation makes you feel very different about things when you get home. I'm only tired and drained. And come to think of it- one of my best most spent time with friends has just left for Italy for a month.
I went to Vegas for 4 days with my cousin to attend a Wedding at Ceasar's Palace. I hate airports and being stuck at them for multiple hours. I hate being boredwith nothing to do put sort through thoughts and people watch. I hate people making me feel bad. I hate/love retarded guys that try to pick up on chicks way out of their league. Actually, that's just amusing to watch.
I wish I could be more candid and not have to second guess anything I want to say in here.
So the Wednesday started off with almost missing my plane to LA, and then having to wait in the airport for 4 hours because my cousins plane was delayed. So once we finally got into Vegas we went straight for drinks and something to eat. And since I didn't eat at all, I was completely drunk off on of the 26 oz cocktails. Next, my cousin and I made our way to Ceasars only to be met by people I hadn't seen in forever- Danny, Alli, Jarrett (the complete asshole), Joe, and the rest of Amy's family. The wedding was very small and short. Amy was so nervous that her voice kept cracking throughout her vows. She looked amazing. We always said that she was going to be the first friend that would be married. According to them, I ought to be the next in line. I'm rather skeptical of marriage though.
The rest of the day consisted of partying, drinking, walking, driving, and listening to boys trying to hit on my cousin. We found this great beer called NUDE, which had a peel off label that reveled 1 of 6 bare chested ladies. We gave a few bottles away to some lucky men that night. I smoked weed for the first time in about 4 months. Impaired judgement in sometimes fun.
yeah, i'll just continue later. I'm happy to be home, but there are so many other things that this trip made me realize that I also miss.
I went to Vegas for 4 days with my cousin to attend a Wedding at Ceasar's Palace. I hate airports and being stuck at them for multiple hours. I hate being boredwith nothing to do put sort through thoughts and people watch. I hate people making me feel bad. I hate/love retarded guys that try to pick up on chicks way out of their league. Actually, that's just amusing to watch.
I wish I could be more candid and not have to second guess anything I want to say in here.
So the Wednesday started off with almost missing my plane to LA, and then having to wait in the airport for 4 hours because my cousins plane was delayed. So once we finally got into Vegas we went straight for drinks and something to eat. And since I didn't eat at all, I was completely drunk off on of the 26 oz cocktails. Next, my cousin and I made our way to Ceasars only to be met by people I hadn't seen in forever- Danny, Alli, Jarrett (the complete asshole), Joe, and the rest of Amy's family. The wedding was very small and short. Amy was so nervous that her voice kept cracking throughout her vows. She looked amazing. We always said that she was going to be the first friend that would be married. According to them, I ought to be the next in line. I'm rather skeptical of marriage though.
The rest of the day consisted of partying, drinking, walking, driving, and listening to boys trying to hit on my cousin. We found this great beer called NUDE, which had a peel off label that reveled 1 of 6 bare chested ladies. We gave a few bottles away to some lucky men that night. I smoked weed for the first time in about 4 months. Impaired judgement in sometimes fun.
yeah, i'll just continue later. I'm happy to be home, but there are so many other things that this trip made me realize that I also miss.