Las Vegas was crazy.
I have a few pictures of me drunk, but Audrey hasn't given them to me yet.
Well I found out I have a big tolerance. I also drank too sporatically somedays to really be efficiently drunk. First of all it takes ten hours to drive there. That's with a little bit of traffic and getting lots of fast food. Once I got there I was ready to pass out because I woke up at 5 in la morning. But by 8 I was drinking Long Island Iced Teas. I decided I wanted to go to downtown Las Vegas. WOW, what a horrible idea. I paid a 25 dollars for a cab and upon arriving there felt like I was in the seediest piss infested place ever. It's like the backwoods of Fremont times ten. I couldn't legally drink yet and I was counting the seconds in the midst of that place. The visuals of Las Vegas were a little dissapointing when I first got there even because it does not look like it does on TV. Well by the first half hour of being downtown I was trying to hold back the tears. HAHA I was a little upset, I was exhausted, near my period and I was like this is it??? I guess my mom could tell and she asked if I just wanted to go back and I quickly agreed. God what a relief. We ate sushi at the Palms. I walked into the H&H tattoo parlor and it was not only incredibly small, but incredibly rude and lame. Ah yeah... but okay fast forward later at 2 AM Audrey and I were wandering around the casino, I was on my fourth gin and tonic, and we found the Rum Jungle in the Mandelay Bay (our hotel). It cost 25 to get in, but I didn't care because I saw the droves of go go dancers in circular metal things. I was like yeah... !!!!! That was party up fun, but a heterosexual hell hole overall. The place looks good, but I just can't understand why people dig that kind of atmosphere frequently.
DAY 2, REAL BIRTHDAY:
I don't really remember this day. I started drinking at 12. I think I went to the Mandelay Bay beach, wave, yay thing. Mandelay Bay has about four pools, one of them being this ocean like recreation. Yeah it's pretty awesome. I went to Caesar's Palace and then after that I think, I drank and went to bed?... okay but, onto the next day.
DAY 3, REALLY REALLY DRUNK:
So drinking all day is very tasking. It's like the Iron Man. It's a real struggle! I told myself I wouldn't drink until six this day, but that didn't work out. I got bored around 12 and I got a double shot kamikaze at the Orchid Lounge. Pfftttt. Four hours later I'm in a pool, five kamikazes/four white russians later, and I keep repeating "WOW this is the best drink EVAR!" "THIS IS THE BEST DRINK EVAR!" five minutes later ... "THIS IS THE BEST DRINK EVAR!" (about the white russian). By this point I was pretty gone, but we ate dinner somewhere.. and I got something and I got a white russian there too. My big plan was to go to the strip club on Sunday (day 3). So at 8:30 I pulled out mucho cash and was ready to go.
Obviously I'm seriously naive because I kept hearing people comment about how this strip club or that one was "girl friendly." I had no clue what that meant obviously because when I got into a cab to go to Spearmint Rhino our caustic taxi cab driver gave us the low down after we made it obvious we had no clue what girl friendly meant. So we are told it means that they allow girls in unescorted. LV has a big problem with prostitutes going into strip clubs and taking their business. Huhhhh, yeah that makes perfect sense. I was like AGOD DAMN IT. It's my 21st birthday I'm no hooker. I remember going to the door and the bouncer was all alarmed we were alone. I was like no it's my birthday!!! (Exclamation points indicating drunkenness). He let us in even though my tits were hanging out, but I don't look like a prostitute. The chick that takes your cover fee was freaking also. I was like, he let us in okay see ya. And I walked on in and proceeded to get some more kamikazes. The rest is kind of a blur. I got my head whapped between fake boobs about six times... I had two lap dances.. the men there were extremely cheap so I compensated. Somehow I made it home.
DAY 4, NEVER PUKED SO MUCH IN MY LIFE:
I woke up, puked. I walked around and a half hour later I puked. I packed, got ready, ate some McD's breakfast. Half hour later I puked up frothy egg stuff into a McD's bag. Everytime I took a breath in it smelled like vomit hash brown. I thought I was fine at that point, but half hour later, roll down window I'm puking again. Yaaaaaak!! Never yakked so much in my life. My throat was burned and so was my tongue. I haven't recovered yet and I'm supposed to go out drinking this weekend. Like every night. I've been laying in my bed most of the day dreaming about school.
Yeah school! I kind of wish I was going to summer school. I don't want to party no more. Haha it's really not that great? Is that blasphemous to say.
Oh yeah I also went to Madonna. W-O-W. She sang live to tell with a crown of thorns on her head and on a crystal cross, among the other numerous extremely sexually suggestive dances. I wouldn't have even cared, but Leah was there. Oh well. It was fantastic.
Now I am just downloading a lot of obscuro sixties. Dreading going to work.
Well I found out I have a big tolerance. I also drank too sporatically somedays to really be efficiently drunk. First of all it takes ten hours to drive there. That's with a little bit of traffic and getting lots of fast food. Once I got there I was ready to pass out because I woke up at 5 in la morning. But by 8 I was drinking Long Island Iced Teas. I decided I wanted to go to downtown Las Vegas. WOW, what a horrible idea. I paid a 25 dollars for a cab and upon arriving there felt like I was in the seediest piss infested place ever. It's like the backwoods of Fremont times ten. I couldn't legally drink yet and I was counting the seconds in the midst of that place. The visuals of Las Vegas were a little dissapointing when I first got there even because it does not look like it does on TV. Well by the first half hour of being downtown I was trying to hold back the tears. HAHA I was a little upset, I was exhausted, near my period and I was like this is it??? I guess my mom could tell and she asked if I just wanted to go back and I quickly agreed. God what a relief. We ate sushi at the Palms. I walked into the H&H tattoo parlor and it was not only incredibly small, but incredibly rude and lame. Ah yeah... but okay fast forward later at 2 AM Audrey and I were wandering around the casino, I was on my fourth gin and tonic, and we found the Rum Jungle in the Mandelay Bay (our hotel). It cost 25 to get in, but I didn't care because I saw the droves of go go dancers in circular metal things. I was like yeah... !!!!! That was party up fun, but a heterosexual hell hole overall. The place looks good, but I just can't understand why people dig that kind of atmosphere frequently.
DAY 2, REAL BIRTHDAY:
I don't really remember this day. I started drinking at 12. I think I went to the Mandelay Bay beach, wave, yay thing. Mandelay Bay has about four pools, one of them being this ocean like recreation. Yeah it's pretty awesome. I went to Caesar's Palace and then after that I think, I drank and went to bed?... okay but, onto the next day.
DAY 3, REALLY REALLY DRUNK:
So drinking all day is very tasking. It's like the Iron Man. It's a real struggle! I told myself I wouldn't drink until six this day, but that didn't work out. I got bored around 12 and I got a double shot kamikaze at the Orchid Lounge. Pfftttt. Four hours later I'm in a pool, five kamikazes/four white russians later, and I keep repeating "WOW this is the best drink EVAR!" "THIS IS THE BEST DRINK EVAR!" five minutes later ... "THIS IS THE BEST DRINK EVAR!" (about the white russian). By this point I was pretty gone, but we ate dinner somewhere.. and I got something and I got a white russian there too. My big plan was to go to the strip club on Sunday (day 3). So at 8:30 I pulled out mucho cash and was ready to go.
Obviously I'm seriously naive because I kept hearing people comment about how this strip club or that one was "girl friendly." I had no clue what that meant obviously because when I got into a cab to go to Spearmint Rhino our caustic taxi cab driver gave us the low down after we made it obvious we had no clue what girl friendly meant. So we are told it means that they allow girls in unescorted. LV has a big problem with prostitutes going into strip clubs and taking their business. Huhhhh, yeah that makes perfect sense. I was like AGOD DAMN IT. It's my 21st birthday I'm no hooker. I remember going to the door and the bouncer was all alarmed we were alone. I was like no it's my birthday!!! (Exclamation points indicating drunkenness). He let us in even though my tits were hanging out, but I don't look like a prostitute. The chick that takes your cover fee was freaking also. I was like, he let us in okay see ya. And I walked on in and proceeded to get some more kamikazes. The rest is kind of a blur. I got my head whapped between fake boobs about six times... I had two lap dances.. the men there were extremely cheap so I compensated. Somehow I made it home.
DAY 4, NEVER PUKED SO MUCH IN MY LIFE:
I woke up, puked. I walked around and a half hour later I puked. I packed, got ready, ate some McD's breakfast. Half hour later I puked up frothy egg stuff into a McD's bag. Everytime I took a breath in it smelled like vomit hash brown. I thought I was fine at that point, but half hour later, roll down window I'm puking again. Yaaaaaak!! Never yakked so much in my life. My throat was burned and so was my tongue. I haven't recovered yet and I'm supposed to go out drinking this weekend. Like every night. I've been laying in my bed most of the day dreaming about school.
Yeah school! I kind of wish I was going to summer school. I don't want to party no more. Haha it's really not that great? Is that blasphemous to say.
Oh yeah I also went to Madonna. W-O-W. She sang live to tell with a crown of thorns on her head and on a crystal cross, among the other numerous extremely sexually suggestive dances. I wouldn't have even cared, but Leah was there. Oh well. It was fantastic.
Now I am just downloading a lot of obscuro sixties. Dreading going to work.