aw man.
i spent 45 minutes typing out an epic post about gala and my trip to vegas.
complete with photos.
only for it all to time out and get lost in the intraweb.
[pissed like whoa]
so now i'm gunna give y'all the short version.
vegas was AMAZING.
complete with lots of drunk.
lots of food.
lots of tanning.
lots of pool side.
lots of touristy action.
we went clubbing.
i got hit on by cougars.
i got hit on by old men.
i won (not a lot, but enough) at the blackjack tables.
we took a cadillac escalade through the strip down to freemont street.
i got to see cirque de soleli's zumanity - which was basically like cabaret / burlesque show. lots of nudity.
i had a fucking BALL and i'm looking to go back in november for my birthday.
yup, i'll be the big 26.
here are some photos from LV::
there are SOOOOO many more pictures.
but i think you get the drift.
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i can't wait to go camping with y'all.
it's gunna be DOPE.
<3
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ohhhh.... speaking of lameness.
more confusion from todd. (the guy i was seeing)
didn't call me for a week.
he said he wanted to go to the SG Gala with me before i left for vegas.
so after not hearing from him - i called him and said: 'hey haven't heard from you. here is the address. if i see you, awesome. if i don't - i guess i'll talk to you when i get back.
and i kinda said in my head - if he doesn't come then i'm not dealing with this anymore. this is gay.
so i get off the plane in vegas and we're in the taxi to luxor.
i feel my cellphone ringing and it's fucking TODD.
wtf.? i haven't heard from this dude in a week.
i'm super confused. like, wtf is he calling NOW??
so i pick up. and i'm like, um. hi?
he's like - hey, whatcha doing.
i'm like - i'm in vegas. remember. i left you a voicemail on thursday telling you i was leaving on sunday.
where have you been? you like dropped off the planet.
keep in mind i said this all in a very jokingly way. but kind of serious.
and he starts apologizing profusely. saying he went home to st. catherines.
and blah blah blah.
and he's like i probably shouldn't be on the phone with you cos of long distance and roaming.
and i'm like um... ok. (confused) -- let's talk when i'm back.
so i called him on thursday when i got back (he was at work).
and then friday afternoon before he left for work.
and he called me back but i missed his call saying he was working midnight (uh, i thought he was already?)
i'm so FUCKING CONFUSED.
mixed messages what??
i mean... i have no idea what this guy wants.
but i know one thing.
i'm not investing as much time as i was once was before into him.
jesus.
i rented "he's just not that into you" tonight. got myself a bottle of wine.
and i'm gunna buck up.
cos FUCK AMA. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS.
i spent 45 minutes typing out an epic post about gala and my trip to vegas.
complete with photos.
only for it all to time out and get lost in the intraweb.
[pissed like whoa]
so now i'm gunna give y'all the short version.
vegas was AMAZING.
complete with lots of drunk.
lots of food.
lots of tanning.
lots of pool side.
lots of touristy action.
we went clubbing.
i got hit on by cougars.
i got hit on by old men.
i won (not a lot, but enough) at the blackjack tables.
we took a cadillac escalade through the strip down to freemont street.
i got to see cirque de soleli's zumanity - which was basically like cabaret / burlesque show. lots of nudity.
i had a fucking BALL and i'm looking to go back in november for my birthday.
yup, i'll be the big 26.
here are some photos from LV::
there are SOOOOO many more pictures.
but i think you get the drift.
====
i can't wait to go camping with y'all.
it's gunna be DOPE.
<3
= = =
ohhhh.... speaking of lameness.
more confusion from todd. (the guy i was seeing)
didn't call me for a week.
he said he wanted to go to the SG Gala with me before i left for vegas.
so after not hearing from him - i called him and said: 'hey haven't heard from you. here is the address. if i see you, awesome. if i don't - i guess i'll talk to you when i get back.
and i kinda said in my head - if he doesn't come then i'm not dealing with this anymore. this is gay.
so i get off the plane in vegas and we're in the taxi to luxor.
i feel my cellphone ringing and it's fucking TODD.
wtf.? i haven't heard from this dude in a week.
i'm super confused. like, wtf is he calling NOW??
so i pick up. and i'm like, um. hi?
he's like - hey, whatcha doing.
i'm like - i'm in vegas. remember. i left you a voicemail on thursday telling you i was leaving on sunday.
where have you been? you like dropped off the planet.
keep in mind i said this all in a very jokingly way. but kind of serious.
and he starts apologizing profusely. saying he went home to st. catherines.
and blah blah blah.
and he's like i probably shouldn't be on the phone with you cos of long distance and roaming.
and i'm like um... ok. (confused) -- let's talk when i'm back.
so i called him on thursday when i got back (he was at work).
and then friday afternoon before he left for work.
and he called me back but i missed his call saying he was working midnight (uh, i thought he was already?)
i'm so FUCKING CONFUSED.
mixed messages what??
i mean... i have no idea what this guy wants.
but i know one thing.
i'm not investing as much time as i was once was before into him.
jesus.
i rented "he's just not that into you" tonight. got myself a bottle of wine.
and i'm gunna buck up.
cos FUCK AMA. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS.
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Anyway, looks (and sounds) like you had fun!
And I'll echo the sentiment of the other folks here. My opinion is to forget about it, unless buddy has a DAMN good excuse, and is willing to actually DO something to make up for his flakiness.