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Fuck, what a god damn weekend. I'm officially 100% broke. A quick breakdown before my short term memory is wiped clean:
Thursday:
We leave, arrive at the MGM around 5 or so. Crown royal plus canada dry plus monster equals fucking awesome. Tau then Tryst. First $150 is gone. I was actually the most sober somehow. Fall deeply in love with the amount of pull our promoters have.
Friday:
Slept til 2 for the fuck of it. More triple threat. Playboy, Moon Lounge, Rain. More money gone.
Saturday:
Kaley leaves while Tim and Merse hang with me until the UCLA crowd rolls up. BOMB food and martinis at the most legit happy hour ever at Blue Martini. My bank account is officially empty. It's cold as fuck. Tim and Merse leave after which I meet up with the UCLA crew. Tau with Jamie Fox and P Diddy. I get bitter and end up walking home for about a mile and a half in the cold. I will laugh about this later.
Sunday:
I set up the best day drinking plan of all time. Fat Tuesday for portable smashage. Outback Steakhouse for more smashage and broccoli soup. A nap to recover from said smashage. My promoter tells us we have "bottle service" at Lavo and sets us up at Tryst. The bottle service ends up being only for girls but I use my weird/awesome flirting skills to get drinks from guys either directly or through the pack of women me and Mo went with. Good night until the roofie bandit struck.
Monday:
I ended up staying up with a friend til 830 at the hospital. And then it snowed in Vegas. Fucking snowed.
I am now home and have no money to my name. It was worth it. I desperately await the pictures. I missed home.
Sidenote: I need to become rich NOW. Anyone know any sugar mommas lying around? Preferably east coast trusties if at all possible. Thanks.
Thursday:
We leave, arrive at the MGM around 5 or so. Crown royal plus canada dry plus monster equals fucking awesome. Tau then Tryst. First $150 is gone. I was actually the most sober somehow. Fall deeply in love with the amount of pull our promoters have.
Friday:
Slept til 2 for the fuck of it. More triple threat. Playboy, Moon Lounge, Rain. More money gone.
Saturday:
Kaley leaves while Tim and Merse hang with me until the UCLA crowd rolls up. BOMB food and martinis at the most legit happy hour ever at Blue Martini. My bank account is officially empty. It's cold as fuck. Tim and Merse leave after which I meet up with the UCLA crew. Tau with Jamie Fox and P Diddy. I get bitter and end up walking home for about a mile and a half in the cold. I will laugh about this later.
Sunday:
I set up the best day drinking plan of all time. Fat Tuesday for portable smashage. Outback Steakhouse for more smashage and broccoli soup. A nap to recover from said smashage. My promoter tells us we have "bottle service" at Lavo and sets us up at Tryst. The bottle service ends up being only for girls but I use my weird/awesome flirting skills to get drinks from guys either directly or through the pack of women me and Mo went with. Good night until the roofie bandit struck.
Monday:
I ended up staying up with a friend til 830 at the hospital. And then it snowed in Vegas. Fucking snowed.
I am now home and have no money to my name. It was worth it. I desperately await the pictures. I missed home.
Sidenote: I need to become rich NOW. Anyone know any sugar mommas lying around? Preferably east coast trusties if at all possible. Thanks.