So, I've lived in Las Vegas my whole life, but have always been the good Christian kid that didn't screw up his life by falling in with the wrong crowds. Tonight, though, a friend of mines band was playing downtown so I went to support him (with some other church friends) and his rich uncle had rented out a 10,000 square foot suite in the Palms. We had a lot of time to kill before the after party started (11:00 PM) so we walked around downtown Las Vegas and collected free shiny stuff, and admired all the amazing neon lights. It seriously looked like it was noon, but no, it was just the intensity of all the lights down the street.
The after party was also interesting, since it was my first and probably only party of that caliber. Lots of drinking, and smoking, and hookah... Me and my friends kinda hung out in our own corners, occasionally meeting some very drunk people that were lost in the giant suite. There was a lot of ridiculously extravagant stuff there... like the kind of things I've seen on MTV and been like "What kind of person lives in such extravagance? That's just silly!"
So... I guess... post whatever. I just had to make a post about my incredibly fun "Las Vegas" experience, although I'm sure I didn't get it all since I don't drink, or smoke, or chew, or run with girls that do.
Oh, and there was a wall signed by all the people that had stayed in the suite, and George Clooney's note read "Guys, if you can't get laid with a room like this, you fail." Twas amusing.
The after party was also interesting, since it was my first and probably only party of that caliber. Lots of drinking, and smoking, and hookah... Me and my friends kinda hung out in our own corners, occasionally meeting some very drunk people that were lost in the giant suite. There was a lot of ridiculously extravagant stuff there... like the kind of things I've seen on MTV and been like "What kind of person lives in such extravagance? That's just silly!"
So... I guess... post whatever. I just had to make a post about my incredibly fun "Las Vegas" experience, although I'm sure I didn't get it all since I don't drink, or smoke, or chew, or run with girls that do.
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Oh, and there was a wall signed by all the people that had stayed in the suite, and George Clooney's note read "Guys, if you can't get laid with a room like this, you fail." Twas amusing.