Vegas - Day 3
Please note: The follwing entry was written the morning after my night at Jet as described below. I woke up intoxicated and was still intoxicated when writing it. Normally, I read, reread, and then reread a couple more times in an effort to find mistakes. However, I have decided to leave this one as is for comic value.Holy fuck…
So, I just woke up and Im still drunk.
Yesterday, I played poker and fucking lost. All in KK vs AA preflop. All duds on the board. So fuck that game. After I busted out I was like fuck that shit and I went back to the room. Matt was still gonna play, which is cool. You know, ‘cause he is good at that shit. And I was like you know what… whatever, Im gonna have some fucking fun.
So I went to Jet at the Mirage. I got there early as shit. Which was a good call on my part. Single guy, by himself… not really the kind of guy they will let into a club if Im not already at the front of the line.
I pregamed before leaving. Half and half shots of skyy and code red. I don’t think I realized how messed up I was before I left. Cabbed it over the Mirage.
Anything in particular?... I sposes. The place was great. Lights and lasers and shit everywhere. Oh yeah… and I met these two Irish chicks, one of which was named Maura. Whichi I thought was really crazy. Well, I mean , she was pretty chill, it was just a little weird cause the only Maura I know is bad news bears… Although I guess I know two now… Her friends was Emma, btw. Classic Irish names. Regardless, I had met a bunch of Indian dudes from Vancouver while in line. I let them take those. It looked like they had a good time.
I kept drinking and drinking. Most of it was a blur and a half. At some point, I was taken out by the bouncers .Not forcefully or anything… And I left fuckin ID and credit card in there somewhere… however…the bouncers were really nice. And I wasn’t causing any trouble… I was just apologetic cause they had pay attention to me. Regardless, they escorted me to a cab. I called the mirage this morning to see if they had my shit… which they did. Good thing…
I don’t remember the cab ride back at all. I don’t remember how I made it to the room. I woke up on the floor in between our beds… Matt gave me a pillow and a blanket… Otherwise it would have realty really sucked…
My head hurts so bad…
posted by Sunder @ 10:00 AM
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