neil sent me a text on monday sayin, "vegas tomorrow (tuesday)?" i half way thought he was joking until i saw inter-web remnants of him wandering the strip (ie: fights and "nice smelling t-shirts"). he was a persistent little fish and asked me again on tuesday, "you should convince papa dave to come to vegas tomorrow (wednesday)..." i sat in my towel, fresh from a shower with wet hair and all, pondering what bad could come from this idea? little crossed my mind and i actually thought this could be a REALLY good thing for all of us.
so what did dave and i do? WE DROVE TO VEGAS AT 9 AM YESTERDAY! bada bing, bada boom. we arrive to the party at 1pm with plans to leave at 6am. to make a long story short: 18 hours seemed like a weekend, mike law loves to party, i get emo sometimes, dave knows how to fucking gamble, neil loves getting rough with lamp shades, vegas is the definition of desperate and ive never seen so many bros in my LIFE. needless to say we evacuated that shit hole at 6am, THIS MORNING, making it home by 10. i waltzed into my 12 o'clock meeting like last night never happened.
lesson learned: SORRY FOR PARTYING! im out like a trout - neil talk.