Dayum
The first weekend was Baby's Day Out: Baby In The City. This next trip was supposed to be Baby's Day Out II: Adults Only.
Vegas wasn't nearly as fun as I thought it would be, but it definitely wasn't all bad.
First Problem: I wanted to do a lot of this:
but I ended up doing mostly this:
That's seriously what most of the trip ended up being. I could have just sat on the toilet the whole damn time. I threw up the morning before we even left, and I was just crazy sick on the bus ride up. Things didn't get immediately better.
Second Problem: We ended up about 20 minutes from our destination and it looked something like this:
Without all the pushing.
Take this, add some garbage, a prison, some lame-ass casino way off in the distance, and the broken bus and you have a few extra hours of just waiting around to Baby's Day Out II: Adults only.
I was really sick for the whole thing. I mean the whole thing. I'd have to come back to my room and poop for a while and then just lie on the bed sore for a few hours till I had another job to do. Of course, while working I was fine, but as soon as I wanted to do something fun I was totally useless. I tried to drink a few times and it just made my stomach go crazy. I even threw up in a public bathroom.
Third Problem: The weirdest part was the first day we got there. I went straight to bed after the seemingly endless bus trip. I was hoping to rest up and have some fun that night. Maybe it was just the bus that made me sick.
I was out like a light and some friends from work knocked on the door asking if I wanted to go hang out. I got out of bed and didn't feel so good. They could all tell I wasn't doing so hot so they told me to go back to bed. I felt like I was going to puke right then and there, I also had to take another shit. I closed the door and walked toward the bathroom. Next thing I know I don't know where I am. I'm laying face up on the floor.
It took me a minute to figure out where I was, and I was kind of sweaty. I think it was only about 10 minutes or so, but I totally fainted and had no idea. I didn't even make it to the bathroom. I woke up feeling fine though! My head didn't even hurt. I got up and went to get something to eat. I took some $4 goldfish from the hotel and everything tasted like shit. Man it was freaky.
I hope I die that way! I seriously had no idea how I got to that point. I was all spread eagle on the floor and everything. I really wonder what it looked like when I hit the carpet. My roommate was already out and I could have been there for hours if no one came back.
I didn't eat anything the second or third day and I felt pretty good that way. But if I did eat, and if I didn't have a toilet around me shortly after, I'd just be extremely uncomfortable holding it in and it wasn't cool.
I actually learned a lot and met some semi-important and cool people, so that was cool. I'm very glad I was invited to go, but I wish I was able to have some more fun. There were open bars and after-parties and all kinds of cool stuff. Just free drinks all over the place and I couldn't enjoy it. I mean sure, I can drink anywhere, but all there really was to do there for a guy like me was drink and gamble.
Well I guess I COULD have hung out with these guys, who were all just a few feet away from me at different points during Wednesday night's pre-party..
I almost ran into him while trying to get the names of some people for our photographer. He's barely taller than my brother.
This guy was hard to miss. He's very tall. If I was as drunk as I planned, I was going to give him a wedgie. He talked about killing mountain lions at the awards show and kept saying "fuck you" to everyone. It was very entertaining compared to basically the rest of the whole show.
He was the awards show host. I didn't see him come in, but he was right in the middle of the after-party. He was pretty funny, he's done this quite a few times. The show is REALLY long and by the end of it I really don't think he's even acting irritated. I think he looks fatter and sweatier every time I see him.
I don't even know who this clown is. Some guy named Esteban. He seemed cool enough. haha
Carrot top is officially buff now. His arms look all fake because of his weird-ass pigment, so he looked like Stretch Armstrong to me.
David Cassidy and Wayne Newton were also there, but they're not really worth picturing!
Most of the stuff that happened isn't very interesting to any of you. Lots of industry crap and panels and shit, but it was all pretty interesting. I was just shitting during most of it.
I'll probably post more later, and plenty of other stuff happened. I gambled a bit and had a decent enough time, considering how sick I was.
The minute we made it back to
I was completely healthy and everything was fine. I knew it would work out that way. I haven't been that sick since I was about 13 years old. I don't think there could have been a worse time for me to get sick.
I have a few things to do at work. I'm glad I don't have class Monday. I'm so incredibly behind with school work now. This fucking Psychology reader guy keeps sending us emails telling us how far behind we are. This is the most demanding class I have and it's some stupid online shit. Fuck school. This guy just acts like Psych 10 is the most important thing in the world, too.
Vegas wasn't nearly as fun as I thought it would be, but it definitely wasn't all bad.
First Problem: I wanted to do a lot of this:
but I ended up doing mostly this:
That's seriously what most of the trip ended up being. I could have just sat on the toilet the whole damn time. I threw up the morning before we even left, and I was just crazy sick on the bus ride up. Things didn't get immediately better.
Second Problem: We ended up about 20 minutes from our destination and it looked something like this:
Without all the pushing.
Take this, add some garbage, a prison, some lame-ass casino way off in the distance, and the broken bus and you have a few extra hours of just waiting around to Baby's Day Out II: Adults only.
I was really sick for the whole thing. I mean the whole thing. I'd have to come back to my room and poop for a while and then just lie on the bed sore for a few hours till I had another job to do. Of course, while working I was fine, but as soon as I wanted to do something fun I was totally useless. I tried to drink a few times and it just made my stomach go crazy. I even threw up in a public bathroom.
Third Problem: The weirdest part was the first day we got there. I went straight to bed after the seemingly endless bus trip. I was hoping to rest up and have some fun that night. Maybe it was just the bus that made me sick.
I was out like a light and some friends from work knocked on the door asking if I wanted to go hang out. I got out of bed and didn't feel so good. They could all tell I wasn't doing so hot so they told me to go back to bed. I felt like I was going to puke right then and there, I also had to take another shit. I closed the door and walked toward the bathroom. Next thing I know I don't know where I am. I'm laying face up on the floor.
It took me a minute to figure out where I was, and I was kind of sweaty. I think it was only about 10 minutes or so, but I totally fainted and had no idea. I didn't even make it to the bathroom. I woke up feeling fine though! My head didn't even hurt. I got up and went to get something to eat. I took some $4 goldfish from the hotel and everything tasted like shit. Man it was freaky.
I hope I die that way! I seriously had no idea how I got to that point. I was all spread eagle on the floor and everything. I really wonder what it looked like when I hit the carpet. My roommate was already out and I could have been there for hours if no one came back.
I didn't eat anything the second or third day and I felt pretty good that way. But if I did eat, and if I didn't have a toilet around me shortly after, I'd just be extremely uncomfortable holding it in and it wasn't cool.
I actually learned a lot and met some semi-important and cool people, so that was cool. I'm very glad I was invited to go, but I wish I was able to have some more fun. There were open bars and after-parties and all kinds of cool stuff. Just free drinks all over the place and I couldn't enjoy it. I mean sure, I can drink anywhere, but all there really was to do there for a guy like me was drink and gamble.
Well I guess I COULD have hung out with these guys, who were all just a few feet away from me at different points during Wednesday night's pre-party..
I almost ran into him while trying to get the names of some people for our photographer. He's barely taller than my brother.
This guy was hard to miss. He's very tall. If I was as drunk as I planned, I was going to give him a wedgie. He talked about killing mountain lions at the awards show and kept saying "fuck you" to everyone. It was very entertaining compared to basically the rest of the whole show.
He was the awards show host. I didn't see him come in, but he was right in the middle of the after-party. He was pretty funny, he's done this quite a few times. The show is REALLY long and by the end of it I really don't think he's even acting irritated. I think he looks fatter and sweatier every time I see him.
I don't even know who this clown is. Some guy named Esteban. He seemed cool enough. haha
Carrot top is officially buff now. His arms look all fake because of his weird-ass pigment, so he looked like Stretch Armstrong to me.
David Cassidy and Wayne Newton were also there, but they're not really worth picturing!
Most of the stuff that happened isn't very interesting to any of you. Lots of industry crap and panels and shit, but it was all pretty interesting. I was just shitting during most of it.
I'll probably post more later, and plenty of other stuff happened. I gambled a bit and had a decent enough time, considering how sick I was.
The minute we made it back to
I was completely healthy and everything was fine. I knew it would work out that way. I haven't been that sick since I was about 13 years old. I don't think there could have been a worse time for me to get sick.
I have a few things to do at work. I'm glad I don't have class Monday. I'm so incredibly behind with school work now. This fucking Psychology reader guy keeps sending us emails telling us how far behind we are. This is the most demanding class I have and it's some stupid online shit. Fuck school. This guy just acts like Psych 10 is the most important thing in the world, too.