junkyrunnindry

ok, Vegas was fucking out of hand...jesus christ, why did I move away??? Oh yeah, I want to live past 30... This was my Sat. night: it began innocently enough around 11p.m. with a few gin & tonics while I perused an extensive collection of Dr. Seuss' original artwork on display at Caesers Palace. From there I went to the MGM to meet up with some really great people and see a friend of ours sing at the big lounge under the dome. More gin & tonics with Makers Mark neat in between rounds. That place was so much fun...everyone is from somewhere else, and they're overcome by the vast gaudiness that is Vegas. From there, I left alone and met up with twenty or so other friends at a huge, pretentious danceclub. More gin and tonics ensued along with dancing and random carnal delights. I finally left sometime between 5 and 6A.M. and met up with a few other friends at a random bar on the westside of town. I had just a few more drinks before heading to the Suncoast for breakfast and drinks, then back to my friends house for a nightcap before heading home. I got in sometime between 10 and 11 A.M. God I love that fucking town...