No one ever really dies
August 03, 2009
Quick Vegas recap:
Right when we got to the hotel (Palazzo), we went to a gigantic $45/person buffet at the Wynn. The place looks like something from Alice in Wonderland.
N.E.R.D. at LAX
I played roulette and black jack and came up a good amount of money.
Just because you're in Vegas doesn't mean you can wear close to nothing. Or does it? Either way, it's gross. Class all the way.
My dad's drunk lawyer friend giving me $250 in chips at the black jack table, whilst licking my fathers ear.
I spent most of Saturday with my brother since I went out all Friday night without him. We went to the Forum Shops, this time without any celeb sightings. Then we on the roller coaster at New York New York at night, twice. We got tickets to see the Blue Man Group at the Venetian, so we rushed over there after our "Manhattan Express" adventure.
The Blue Man Group was the most amazing thing I've ever seen in my life. I was crying at one point. Azul!
Lots of food.
On our drive home, we stopped at Tangier and I got three pairs of shoes from Aldo, a belt (finally), and a mustard top.
I'm tired. Goodnight.
Viva las Vegas. But I'll be fine if I don't see you for another year.