Throwback Thursday

I clearly know that today is definitely not Thursday, I'm not that far off the reservation. However, I'm a busy college kid. Soooo, sorry for being a little slow on the uptake with blogging...still learning and trying to find some free time to devote to the inter-web. But as planned, I am going to stick to the theme of " Throwback Thursday" and tell you a funny story about a past event.

So this isn't much of a "throwback" per-say, but I was inspired when Megan texted me a picture from Las Vegas and I figured that was a completely appropriate story to share. So back in August, (which I do not recommend going to Nevada because it's sweltering and your skin feels like it's going to melt off) Megan invited me to venture to Las Vegas with her as part of her 21st birthday and a pretty sweet vacation. We get there and at first we are in this condo about 20 mins away from the strip with her mom and work friends. It was cool but if we were going there to experience the nightlife, a 20 min cab ride x5, was going to get pretty pricey and annoying. So my mom did some research and booked us a room at Treasure Island which was in a pretty prime location. Right across from the Wynn, Venitian, Encore....could not really get better if you ask me. It was pretty cheap too..which is the one and only perk in going to Vegas in August. So we did the few touristy things like go to a Chippendales show, which was really entertaining watching Megan put underwear on a naked guy, (he had a sock on his penis which is really interesting) walked the strip, saw a comedy show...blanking on the guys name right now but he was really raunchy and that hotel where it was held was extremely grimy and redneck central, gambled and I actually won 460$ which was a pretty nice surprise, walked through all the expensive shops pretending like I had money, all the mandatory Vegas things. One night however, we decided to meet a promoter and get in XS, (it's in the Encore) and had a rather interesting experience. Let me just say that the next morning we did not have any recollection of getting back to our room....which was very dangerous now that I think about it, and it felt like we were dying. We came up with the conclusion we were most definitely roofied because we felt like shit for the next 2 days and kept finding things on our phone or in our bag that we never remembered doing. It felt like the ending of The Hangover, when they were looking through the camera and were really confused to where and when the pictures came from. Yup so that happened.  

But heres a picture that we took either the day before or day after at the Chateau in Paris Paris. I ripped someones name tag off that stated they were, "Anal Bead." Cute name.

HA. Soo theres my Vegas story. 

XO.

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