Fear and Loathing in Caution Tape
Once again, the Joy Luck Club aka my beezies and I graced Las Vegas with our presence. I'll be honest, I'm not sure if I hallucinated the entire weekend or not. I've seemed to have lost my camera, so I stole all these pictures from my photographer cousin, Diane. If you like what you see, let me know and I can provide you with her contact info, social security number, etc. for a small fee.
'TRON and PINEAPPLE at Drai's for breakfast. Drai's is a classy establishment that is open from 3 am to probably noon. All I have to say is they played my jam, "B.M.F." by Rick Ross and I enjoyed getting a concussion from a ceiling fan while I was there. I obviously think I'm Big Meech.
I can't explain this very well. All I know is I woke up and our room was covered in caution tape. Apparently one of us stole it from a man with a leaf blower?
Stale waffle fries, mystery bread, and a toothbrush. We eat like stray barnyard animals at night.
It was 1,000 degrees and something caramelized onto my skin? I think it was creme brulee crust but my friend said it was vomit.
SPORTS WORLD KIMCHI PLAZA. You are required to strip for your liquor at this plaza and we were more than happy to oblige.
The pools in Vegas are horrifying...warm, greasy, and full of intoxicated Jabroni's. If you ever have a sudden urge to listen to techno music and be waist high in urine, I would highly recommend spending time at a Las Vegas pool party.
We hit Bouchon at the Venetian for our last meal together. The consensus was that the place is overrated...I don't want to go into great detail but I've had better French god degree. I still stand by the Bouchon Bakery though and I did cop some TKO cookies from the kiosk, which were extraordinary.
We went dummy like Nick Pappageorgio up in that town and I've been talking like Forrest Gump ever since.
'TRON and PINEAPPLE at Drai's for breakfast. Drai's is a classy establishment that is open from 3 am to probably noon. All I have to say is they played my jam, "B.M.F." by Rick Ross and I enjoyed getting a concussion from a ceiling fan while I was there. I obviously think I'm Big Meech.
I can't explain this very well. All I know is I woke up and our room was covered in caution tape. Apparently one of us stole it from a man with a leaf blower?
Stale waffle fries, mystery bread, and a toothbrush. We eat like stray barnyard animals at night.
It was 1,000 degrees and something caramelized onto my skin? I think it was creme brulee crust but my friend said it was vomit.
SPORTS WORLD KIMCHI PLAZA. You are required to strip for your liquor at this plaza and we were more than happy to oblige.
The pools in Vegas are horrifying...warm, greasy, and full of intoxicated Jabroni's. If you ever have a sudden urge to listen to techno music and be waist high in urine, I would highly recommend spending time at a Las Vegas pool party.
We hit Bouchon at the Venetian for our last meal together. The consensus was that the place is overrated...I don't want to go into great detail but I've had better French god degree. I still stand by the Bouchon Bakery though and I did cop some TKO cookies from the kiosk, which were extraordinary.
We went dummy like Nick Pappageorgio up in that town and I've been talking like Forrest Gump ever since.
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