Somehow, god willing, I made it back from 3 days in Vegas. I have no idea how I got home – all I know is I am completely broke, feel like a hobo, can't remember anything I did in the past three days, and have a permanent smile on my face 🙂 Vegas is such a cruel mistress…some of my trip went as follows:
I got in on friday around 6:30 and met up with Vaj at the airport in Vegas. One of the first things I saw in the baggage claim was some dude pick up his suitcase, immediately rip it open, pull out a couple of Ice cold CL's and pound them. I knew immediately I was at home.
We jumped in a cab and headed to the location of absolute debauchery for the next three days: Sams Town. Let me explain something about this hell hole – 362 days a year, its a family place. Huge casino, Movie theater, bowling alley, a water and light show…its like Frontier Land at Disneyland, except that for three days a year it gets to be, according to Vaj, "Like Disneyland taken over by horrible people". I didn't know what he meant by that until I got there, where it became absolutely clear.
Anyway, upon arriving at Sam's Town, we dropped our shit off in our room, and headed over to Donald's room, where I was quickly reunited with the 805 crew, most of which I haven't seen in nearly 4 years. Vaj, Lyle, Deuce, Donald, Esther, Robbie, Brian, Trevor…oh man. An elite partying crew like none other before them.
We immediately knocked back some drinks before heading out to Fremont St where the kickoff party was being thrown – 7seconds, Adolescents, Nothington…some pretty old school shit. Casey, Jed, and I wondered off to hit up the Old Golden Gate casino and throw some fire down the alley. God damn that craps table. I have never lost money at it in the past 4 years of going to vegas…but this time she took me for everything but my dignity. Oh no, wait, she took that too. (If I ever had any to begin with).
The night progressed with more boozing, random gambling, shit talking, bad decisions, until somewhere around 4am I met up with some dudes with Esther from Epitaph records, and got myself into some bowling. Now, I'm not much of a bowler sober, but when I'm lit at 4am, I am the bowling king. Some random dude from Epitaph taught me how to put the most wicked spin on that ball, and I started throwing strikes – and I couldn't even see straight!
Somehow made it back to my room around 6am and passed out. Saturday morning around 11 The Dukes of Haggard bowled in the tournament…with Deuce scoring a high 80. (I know nothing about bowling, but I don know that 80 sucks ass – WTF Deuce!). We headed over to the Rio around 3 for their amazing buffet (I was hoping to hit Excalibur with Casey for A Meal Fit For A King, But Not at A Kings Ransom, but I do have to say the Rio was delicious anyway!)
Everyone split up after that, but Vaj and I headed out since we were near the strip and decided to do a little exploring. We tooled around, blowing some money at various casinos, enjoying dollar beers, collecting stripper trading cards (I have the entire 2007 All Star Team now!), and causing general havoc. We ended up at NYNY around 8 and decided to hit up the roller coaster, which was fucking amazing when you are decently loaded!
Caught a cab at the Trop and ended up back at Sams Town in time to crack open some ice cold beers with Deuce. I ran into Esther and we split a bottle of Jose Cuervo mixed with some apple juice. A random combo I thought, but it turned out to be pretty delicious, especially followed by the ice cold CL I had immediately after.
Side note! Jed got me started drinking red wine mixed with coke. Has anyone ever had this? Sounded disgusting to me, but once I started boozing, it quickly became the most amazing drink in the world! I strongly recommend it – we killed multiple bottles of two buck chuck in this fashion, and I think I may be doing it again this weekend!
I can't remember too many specifics from the rest of sat night, but I do know it ended with some 4am bowling and me getting back to the room sometime around 630am, followed by casey and I laying in bed sharing my ipod and singing old BOA songs (which im sure the people in the room next to us just loved).
Sunday I was extremely hungover and feeling the effects of pulling 3 days in Vegas with little to no sleep…when I woke up I went to a movie with the crew, and was just about dying having not eating since 3pm on saturday at the Rio. We saw the worst fucking movie ever – Michael Clayton. I strongly recommend that NO ONE ever sees this movie. It is apparently about George Clooney going around scheduling meetings. No plot, no good acting, nothing.
Made it out to dinner at PF Changs for Kyle and Dani's birthdays, then headed back to Sams Town, utterly destroyed. I was the hollow shell of a man who had been ruined by the city of sin. I had lost all my money, I was hungover, exhausted, demoralized, sick….I passed out at 8pm and thought I was done for the trip.
Boy was I wrong.
I woke up at midnight on Sunday night, and though, fuck what I am I going to do? Called Jed and Casey who were in a poker tournament, so I headed downstairs to see if I could bring them any luck. Turns out they were about done, so we headed over the bar to pick up a bucket of Coronas and do a bit of Punk Rock Bowling. This quiet night ended up with us partying until 4am, bowling, boozing, and having an awesome time.
Woke up the next morning and caught a flight back to civilization, swearing I would never drink again.
I went out last night and had 6 beers at PB Bar and Grill. God damn taco tuesday and my weak will. And God Bless Las Vegas.