28.7.09

....Back from Vegas-Pass the ketchup!

I am so glad to be back home. I've had a crazy last few days. Its been well, lets say interesting and exhausting. Actually, it fricken SUCKED!!! I wanna quit my job already. I don't like it, its not me and I feel I have something better to offer this world. Where should I start? I mean with my weekend in Vegas.

So, when we last parted I was getting ready to head out, right? Wrong. One of my co-workers brought some alcohol called Absinthe. Its supposed to be this weird, amazing drink from France or something. Rumor has it that some artists such as Picasso or that guy who wrote the Raven, I think, drank this and became highly creative and crazy. Can't remember, my buddy is into this stuff. Anyways, we took shots. It tastes funny and I didn't really like it. But, he kept on giving shots and because I was in Vegas I took 'em. And thats when the night got crazier and crazier. I don't remember exactly, but it went something like this.

HIGHLIGHTS OF WHAT I REMEMBER:

-Walking out of our room and dancing with a cleaning lady
-Asking for a taxi, jumped in the taxi and pissed the driver off. (Apparently, I called him Muslim when he was in fact Russian.)
-Got kicked out of taxi cab and called another one
-Finally got to downtown and went to a strip club. WHY?!
-Lap danced with girl
-Lap danced with 2 girls
-Lap danced with what I thought was a girl, but actually a really fit door guy. Yeah, I got thrown out.
-Headed to casino
-Played slot machines
-Kicked the slot machines
-Won $500 from slot machines
-Back to strip club
-More drinks
-Throw up in bathroom
-Looking for co-workers, they're here somewhere.
-Found co-workers. They were right behind me.

By this time it was 5am in the morning. And the next thing I know is I am sleeping in our Motel 6 room and there's a million ketchup packets around me and I'm covered in ketchup. Then the phone rings and its my manager. He's yelling at me because he was trying to call us for the last 5 hours. What time is it? It was 1pm and we were supposed to be at work by 9am.

Holy moly! I got more...but I'm gonna get back to you. I'm a little exhausted and Kelly my roommate is knocking on my door. Can't he realize that I'm watching Caddyshack one of the best movies ever!

Ahhhh!



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