Around 6, John texts me, and our convo goes a little something like this:
Me: Ya'll still being wild?
John: Yup. At bills gamblin hall next door. Lane is betting on our beer pong game. Yes they have beer pong.
Me:Jealous! Ya'll better win that.
John: We are reigning champs. 4 games.
Me: Duh. Want to get some breakfast?
Me: Stay there I'll come to you.
Mind you it's about 7am at this point. So I throw on a oversized t-shirt and some nike shorts because that's what I wear at 7am.
This is not what you wear in VEGAS at 7am.
I get off the elevator downstairs of our hotel and feel like I've walked into some weird twilight zone. Everyone is wearing last nights outfit
and regrets and stumbling their way through the halls.
I, in all seriousness, have NO idea where I'm walking to so I just set out and head in the general direction I think this place would be.
On my journey (through a back alley and a sketch parking lot) I hear someone crying. No, not crying, SCREAM CRYING like they were being murdered. I look over, kind of afraid at what I might see, and see a chica, probably a few
twenty years older than me slumped against a trash can in a bra top and tutu skirt holding her see thru platform heels.
She looks at me reaches out her hand (and ya'll I can't make this up) simply screams out "MY BROKEN DREAAAAAAMSSSSS"
Aaaand I keep walking.
I round the corner and just like taking a Sunday morning stroll around Central Park, there was a naked man (and I mean naked) just walking down the street. He smiled politely at me and kept on walking.
Funny thing is, while this man was completely naked, I couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't even wearing shoes?
I keep walking. Wondering what universe I walked into this morning and how things just couldn't get any weirder.
I finally make it to my destination but there's a blacked out Range Rover blocking the driveway and I have to walk halfway out into the middle of the street to get around.
As I do, I see 3 HUGE body guards wearing all black and little wire ear pieces and I start wondering what celeb am I about to run into looking the worst I could possibly ever look.
Two more body guards appear escorting some guy that I've never seen before (disappointed) to the Range. He looks at me and says "hey baby come on lets go".
Um, no thanks no-name. I'll pass.
Then I hear giggles coming from the car and see about 5 girls in it saying "come on baby! hehehehe"
So FINALLY I make it inside Bills, which is a sketch box of a casino.
I see one table of black jack with 3 guys around it...and the most obnoxious of all is John.
This post is getting long, so I'll go ahead an do a part 3 tomorrow.
Stay tuned...we haven't met our drug dealer friend yet.