Saturday...
Started taking shots at 6 am on Saturday morning before the flight. Free drinks/shots on the plane and at the restaurant we went to when we got to Vegas. Walked around and drank some more. Went back to the hotel and drank more. Got ready to go out to a lounge and then the club. This is where it all got "fuzzy". I remember double fisting some vodka red bulls, then immediately doubling with some adios's (for those of you who know the drink know what i went thru). Blacked out. From what i was told, we went to the SC (spearmint rhino), and it went down (apparently, i no longer have an Asian fetish haha). Became conscious around 5am and ended up at the hotel room somehow. Went to bed.
Sunday...
Woke up around 8am drunk still, threw some money on some sport bets, and had breakfast. Continued the drinking immediately cause if i stopped, i would have been done for the trip. Watched some football at the sports book then headed to the pool at Aria. Was supposed to hit this pool party but we messed up and just kicked it in the community pool. Drank pool side for a few hours, then headed back to the hotel. Some of the fellas wanted to take a nap so i went to downtown vegas with three of my other boys that were staying at a different hotel. Started hitting the blackjack table and the craps table and started drinking HEAVILY!! Walked into another SC. This dominican chick was trying to hustle me into a show with her and a white chick. Telling me i need that dominican experience and talking to me in spanish and what not. So i hit her with "if we talking dominicans, i need Rosa Acosta, and by the looks of it, she ain't here" she got hella sour and stormed off. We walk out and it's a straight block party. We ran into these two white girls from cali and they were "down for the cause." Blacked out and didn't get conscious until 2am at The Bank. Club was crackin!!!. Thirsty females everywhere. Bounced at 4am, went to get some food, then went to bed.
Monday...
Woke up drunk still. Ended up just walking around the strip waiting for our flight and trying to cope with the hangover. I was DEAD. I just wanted to come back home and lay down in my own bed.