Jesus! I have a lot to say..
January is over..
The month of January broke my personal record for spending the most money in a month and throwing up the most in a month. The reason?? I TURNED 21!!!!
Stevie came out on the 15th to hang out. He stayed at my house in the spare bedroom so I saw him almost every day. It was also really nice because Brennan and Tanner would come over to hang out with Stevie while I was at school so every day I came home to family. They were always sitting on the balcony smoking a bowl when I came home. At first I thought it was weird that they were on the balcony at the exact time that I came home every day and I now realize that they were actually just constantly smoking UNTIL I came home and then they would come inside to have lunch with me.
For my 21st we went to Dos Gringos and it worked out really well because Famous Desi turned 22 on the 22nd, and since I was doing my power hour at midnight of the 23rd, but really just the night of the 22nd everyone from work came for both birthdays. I DRANK A LOOOOOT. I don't remember anything after 1:00. What I do remember: lots of tequila, people chanting "TRENNA! TRENNA! TRENNA!" to get me to drink multiple shots at a time, drinking a long island as quickly as possible because it seemed extremely logical, my best friends buying me the worst drinks, (ex: my first drink was a three wisemen provided by Christina), drinking something out of a toilet plunger. What I don't remember: buying Desi a toilet plunger drink and tipping the bartender $19 on it, Stevie and Vader getting into a fight, taking pictures with a manican, yelling at Stevie for suggesting we stay in a suite in Vegas, passing out on the car ride home, and throwing up in the front rocks.
I woke up in the bathroom at about noon and immediately proceeded to move to the bed and fall back asleep until 4:00 ish. I was hungover as all hell and there was no one around to get me animal style fries so my hangover lasted longer than necessary. I just watched a million hours of Nip Tuck. AT around 10:00 Briana! came to pick me up so that we could go to Delux. The best part though, was that there were UFO's all flying around everywhere and seriously only like me and Briana! saw them. It was neat and crazy. They were flying pretty low but had no lights like a plane or helicopter, and they were flying right over the airport as if they had no place to be, and they had these CRAZY beams, and a weird triangle-shaped aura, and all kinds of craziness. At Delux Briana! asked if we could sit outside to watch for UFO's and the hostess thought we were totally insane.
And the week between my birthday and Vegas I went out to silly little dive bars and got especially drunk and hung out with family and all that good stuff.
AND THEN VEGAS!!!! So awesome! My mom, dad, brother, uncle, mike, brittany, brittney, marco, jasen, popeye, rachel, stevie, vader, and me went. It was awesome. We flew and the flight was exactly 37 minutes long landing us in Vegas at 9:00 in the morning. We drank from the second we landed until 6:00 the proceeding morning. Stevie, Vader, and I went to Tao the first night. Vader knows a guy that got us straight in with no cover charge, we had a reserved table (which included our own server, servers assistant, and body guard), and we got a bottle of Stoli blueberry, which was a liter not 750 mL and it was awesome. We drank the whole thing in about three hours and we spent a considerable amount of that time upstairs dancing with the asians (it was the chinese new year). The attention to detail was absurd and really quite remarkable. After we left the club we did a little gambling, Stevie won a 100 bucks, we called it a night, went to the room and ordered chicken tenders and macoroni and cheese to which the room service person asked "O, did the little ones wake up a little early?" HAHA no we're just drunk and want some chicken tenders and macoroni and cheese lady. I didn't eat either because I passed out. I am notorious for doing that.
On saturday we moved to the Venetian (stayed at the Wynn on Friday) and I immediately grabbed a powerade out of the little mini bar which is so dumb because that shit is like 10 bucks, but it was my birthday and I deserved it. Then we went to an oxygen bar and that is one of the neatest things ever. Especially the one we went to because every oxygen station had different flavors so we kept trading places, and it included an vodka redbull and a massage. It was only 20 dollars. AND AWESOME. Thennnn we went back to the hotel and took a dip in the hot tub, a quick nap for Vader, some getting ready for me, and then Vader and I met up with my mom and uncle at China Grille. We got the dish sampler, which came with an amuse bouche, 3 salads, 3 appetizers, strawberry sorbet champagne, 3 entrees, and a dessert. IT WAS SOOOO MUCH FOOD. Then we went to see LOVE, where mike, marco, brittany, jasen, popeye, and rachel met up with us. LOVE was amazing and thrilling and inventive, and I will definitely see it again. After love we all went back up in the room and get quite drunk and then went downstairs to play goldfish, where I won 400 dollars, and Brennan got sent to Palazzo jail (long story). My uncle was so outstandingly drunk it was hilarious and he just kept putting money into the goldfish machine with no return, and that really never happens, but it happened to him. poor guy, at least he probably doesn't remember much of it.
The next day was super bowl sunday so we went to sunday brunch compliments of the hilton, checked out the sports book (which is completely insane) and met up with the rents in their room to watch some of the game. At about half time Brittney met up with us and me, Vader, Popeye, Rachel, and Stevie went to Nob Hill. The economy is shit so they changed their menu to be a little cheaper, but our favorite dish tastes a little different, and a little worse so that's a bummer. I kept leaving the table to watch the game and when we scored with 2 minutes left I really thought we had the game, but NOOO. SO that sucked, but that is also why I am thankful that I don't put that much emotion into sporting events that do not actually affect me personally.
And then home... As sad as it was it was entirely necessary. My throat was shot from shouting "GOLDFISH", "BONUS", and 'NINE!" (play goldfish and you'll understand.) My body was so tired. I had blisters on every square inch of my feet, and yea...exhausted. I got an hour and a half massage the next day with my goldfish winnings and it was awesome.
Now I'm back to the real world, trying to cut down my spending habits and attend school on a regular basis which I have not yet shown promise in. Bar golf Friday. Work/School every day for the rest of my life. Vegas in may for Vader/Brittney's birthday. Just trying to keep it awesome.
YOU DO THE SAME.