My summer vacation Part Deux (Vegas with a Vengence)
So, after the drunken turtle races and being harassed by drunk dudes, we move on to Vegas, the land of Drinking and Debauchery itself. We (Me, Omar, and Jim) were the first to arrive in the land of lights and broken dreams. Some of us were still feeling the affects of the previous night, but the promise of drunken white women kept some of us in high hopes. And like the swallows of Capistrano, the Gardena crew slowly begin to trickle in on this unholy point of convergence. Once we got everyonce settled in at the deluxe accomodations of the Westward HO' "off the strip" as Nino put it, we proceeded to pre-party at the Sahara, and then, off to the Rum Jungle at Mandalay Bay. Soon, the Long islands began to flow. There was dancing, schmooozing, and of coures, drinking, and everyone had a good time. But, when it was time to leave, where the hell is Jim. We searched al over the club, and he was no where to be found. So, us being drunk, left and figured he knows where we live.
It's ten A.M., we wake like,"what da fuck?" "Is jim back?" "No" "Oh, well" adan commense to going back to sleep. We wake up again, and still no Jim. Then I start thinking about spring break 02' and Jim being carted off to the drunk tank. So, Omar and I get to discussing how one loses a 6 foot white guy a town like Vegas, then the scene flashes over to us pounding shots, Music blarring in the background, and hot chicks gyrating on the dance floor. So, we start going over possibilities of what happened to Jim, scenes of him leaving with some hot chick, him getting hauled away in the drunk tank, him with his hand in a blender, crying while some fat greezy italian guy asks for his pretzel money. But, in light of our recent discovery of Jim's absence, do we call the police or something, NO. We go shopping for shoes and more pimp gear. After a slew of phone calls, we decide no monkey ain't gonna stop no show, so we bounce to the Ghostbar, wait in line for an hour, decide that that blows, and go to club Ice, and have a pretty kick-ass time. Pretty much, That's Vegas in a nutshell. We found Jim in the hotel when we returned, left in the morning, and then it's off to Japan the next morning. Yes, the land of the rising sun, africans, and drunken fireworks extravaganzas.
So, after the drunken turtle races and being harassed by drunk dudes, we move on to Vegas, the land of Drinking and Debauchery itself. We (Me, Omar, and Jim) were the first to arrive in the land of lights and broken dreams. Some of us were still feeling the affects of the previous night, but the promise of drunken white women kept some of us in high hopes. And like the swallows of Capistrano, the Gardena crew slowly begin to trickle in on this unholy point of convergence. Once we got everyonce settled in at the deluxe accomodations of the Westward HO' "off the strip" as Nino put it, we proceeded to pre-party at the Sahara, and then, off to the Rum Jungle at Mandalay Bay. Soon, the Long islands began to flow. There was dancing, schmooozing, and of coures, drinking, and everyone had a good time. But, when it was time to leave, where the hell is Jim. We searched al over the club, and he was no where to be found. So, us being drunk, left and figured he knows where we live.
It's ten A.M., we wake like,"what da fuck?" "Is jim back?" "No" "Oh, well" adan commense to going back to sleep. We wake up again, and still no Jim. Then I start thinking about spring break 02' and Jim being carted off to the drunk tank. So, Omar and I get to discussing how one loses a 6 foot white guy a town like Vegas, then the scene flashes over to us pounding shots, Music blarring in the background, and hot chicks gyrating on the dance floor. So, we start going over possibilities of what happened to Jim, scenes of him leaving with some hot chick, him getting hauled away in the drunk tank, him with his hand in a blender, crying while some fat greezy italian guy asks for his pretzel money. But, in light of our recent discovery of Jim's absence, do we call the police or something, NO. We go shopping for shoes and more pimp gear. After a slew of phone calls, we decide no monkey ain't gonna stop no show, so we bounce to the Ghostbar, wait in line for an hour, decide that that blows, and go to club Ice, and have a pretty kick-ass time. Pretty much, That's Vegas in a nutshell. We found Jim in the hotel when we returned, left in the morning, and then it's off to Japan the next morning. Yes, the land of the rising sun, africans, and drunken fireworks extravaganzas.