spazzing

i'm back from my awesome trip to Las Vegas!!!!! i had a splendid time we stayed at the Cancun resort (for free). i fucking love that place. the rooms are so sweet and the pool is ridiculous. im so glad i was actually 21. i bought myself my first drinks and felt so liberated. I made sure and got drunk every night too. but where the fuck were the dudes who were supposed to buy me stuff!?!?! didn't really gamble much, just twice at video blackjack...played 40 lost 20, i was done with that. my mother is practically mad at me for not gambling more though she is determined to have me play with her next time. the only downside to the trip is that everyone seemed to have gotten injured (except robert). my feet hurt sooooooo incredibly bad now. i can hardly walk at all. they are covered in blisters and sores and my feet and ankles are swollen to fuck town

i really like these pics that i took on the drive there






the new City Center is open though not entirely finished. it's kinda ridiculous. very fancy and nice but it also just looks like LAX and i don't really like it





they really redeemed themselves with the "wall of walken"


Ryan got absurdly drunk when we first got there. he's still underage so he brought like 8 beers in his pockets and immediately chugged them all as soon as we got on the strip. he was stumbling around and yelling at people like a jackass and we were getting kinda pissed. when we left the casino, he stumbled once more, fell and slid, hitting his head very very hard on a metal trashcan outside. we were very relieved to see him get up but then i screamed when i noticed a stream of blood pouring from his head. he was COVERED in blood within seconds. luckily i had some napkins in my purse (from visiting mick) and we proceeded to try and stop the blood flow. as we did this, hotel security came over looking very concerned. they questioned us for a while (making sure we weren't staying at their hotel) and almost called the paramedics for Ryan. but in his drunken state he assured them "he was fine" and shook all their hands, got their names, and said he was sorry (apparently, this meant he was fine) Robert assured the men that the he had stopped bleeding and we left, trying to get away from the hotel and the security but it took us nearly an hour to find our way out of that blasted maze

we made him zip up his jacket to cover the massive blood stain. this is his "im fine" face


that damn Paris balloon captivates me every time





"where are the guys and why aren't they buying me a fucking drink?" - rachel




though you might not be able to tell from these pics, we had an incredible view of the strip from our rooms


damn, i was lookin good that day....

this is my feet being fucked up. it's MUCH worse now

our retard friends were too busy smoking bowls and arguing about katie perry so we left them on the patio while rachel and i went to the pool


the pool was sooooooo nice. i was afraid the water might be too warm, but they know what's up and it was damn refreshing. mmmm, sipping margaritas in the pool...i wanna go back now
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will and ryan forgot their swimsuits so we had to make a quick stop at Ross. we got a baller one for ryan and will was sad he couldn't find a matching one in his size


the hotel does not fuck around with their towels


we spent waaaaaaay too much time in Ceasers Palace



thank Dionysus for Fat Tuesdays


O'sheas has cheap food, beer, irish car bombs, and beer pong entertainment. we also spent a lot of time there getting drunk.....



$1 margaritas. DRINK MORE! i bought three to fill up my big mug


OMG drunken stop at Sephora


we very drunkenly stumbled to Treasure Island with the intention of then going to the mirage but as we started walking around we found a Pho restaurant and without even knowing what hit us, we were suddenly seated and ordering

oh no, what have we done

the fact that this sauce smells and tastes like pussy was VERY funny to us

mmmmmm drunk pho (still not as good as Mai's god damnit)









we planned to go to the buffet at the Wynn cuz we heard is was awesome. and we heard if you get in at a certain time, you can pay for lunch but eat the dinner. MASTERMINDS



thank you for driving, rachel


classic seedy vegas internet beer



i had never been to the Wynn before. i immediately fell in love the inside entrance area looks like my future wedding........except SG WONT LOAD EITHER OF THE FUCKING PICTURES





the buffet was amazing. soooooo good. we really ate our moneys worth, especially in king crab legs. clinton actually ate so much that he threw up later that night










elvis lives in an antique shop

clinton and i were so pissed when after ordering our 1/2 yard drinks, we found out they were nearly 40 bucks. i got a mai tai, he got a long island ice tea. needless to say, they were fucking good. i later filled mine up again at that fat tuesdays place for only 13 bucks

we were in that palace long enough for three atlantis shows to go by


rachel got a fabulous new dress at Guess


after clinton threw up, the boys decided to go back to the hotel. rachel and i stayed out. we were determined to find a strip club

however, we ended up just drinking a lot more and going to a neat bar in the mirage. by 4 o'clock in the morning we decided we were hungry again and searched for the cheap steak and eggs that had been advertised to us




while we were in this place, there were two guys sitting across from us. they started talking to us and said they would buy us shots (which we did NOT need) they conversations eventually turned into them trying to pay us to fuck us.....or at least, to fuck rachel. apparently i was "mean" to them. but they were DETERMINED and offered 550 monies. too bad that wasn't gonna happen.....
then after that whole charade, we decided to find our car. on going back, some other guy started talking to us. his name was Kyle and he worked at one of the casinos. he was awesome. he walked with us, because "he had nothing better to do" escorting us back to our vehicle in exchange for a ride to his car. after wondering all through ceasers palce and up in the parking garage to where we thought we parked, we realized we had actually parked in the mirage XD so we trekked alllll the way to the real car. we didn't get back to our hotel till 9 in the morning. seeing the sunrise over the strip was the weirdest thing ever. if i am going back to vegas for cutco, i really wanna meet up with kyle again. he said he'd show me the best pizza place


we had to check out of the hotel by 10 in the morning, so basically rachel and i got no sleep. we were in a terrible mood. our friends were at the MGM looking at restaurants. i was soooo not down to walk around. you can not believe the pain i was in. so after eating a sandwich (while shivering with exhaustion) and seeing the lions, rachel and i boned out




btw this rest stop was straight out of a horror flick. who the fuck actually wants to live out here!?


and that concludes my extremely long Vegas blog