Me and the fam are doing our anual trip to Vegas this weekend. Out of no where, Momma came up to me today and said, "Make sure you take a Chanel bag tomorrow. You're supposed to wear that kind of stuff in Vegas. And make sure you take some nice clothes. It's party time." I don't know about her, but I'm not doing any partying, except for seeing N.E.R.D. tomorrow night at LAX. I thoroughly dislike getting dolled up for Vegas because it is infested with skeezballs and I don't want them even thinking about me. I'll probably play Black Jack for half an hour, then watch a movie in the hotel room and order room service with my brother.
Vegas = not really my thing.
