First things first: I think I had the ultimate protoypical Las Vegas experience that one can expect. Namely: debauchery, mayhem, going mental, not knowing what the hell was going on.
Basically, it was wild. My friends will attest that I added some more legend to the legend that is my legend.
Honestly, some of it is not safe for public consumption. But let it suffice that I ended up rolling back (solo) around 9am. Then my friends questioned me for a while and I went on this long monologue where I begged to die, made the acronym STD into "Sleeping in Tunnel Disorder", and much more that needs to stay in Vegas.
Atleast, I can tally the Vegas experience off my list.
Here's one picture:
The rest will be lost in time. Like tears in rain.
The good news: I'm working overtime at work again, so that'll help rebalance my money situation.
Oh, and more good news: 25 today. Boom, a quarter of a century down, a couple of decades to go.
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I wish I was a boy so I could go to Vegas. For some reason, it seems like boys have more fun in Vegas than girls do.
Happy Birthday!!!! When is the party?