Cripes! Records were broken this weekend, personally speaking...
It is time for a weekend review before the experiences fade from memory...

Friday: Got off work at noon to gather my belongings for Vegas, get my glasses fixed, and spend some time with Luis. Drove to Diamond Bar and hung out with him and his family for most of the afternoon, keeping him company while getting ready for his pilgrimage to Colombia for 5 weeks...I got a bit more emotional than I had expected, but it is understandable. After a tearful farewell, I got a call from my grandparents and needed to go see them.

Saturday: Picked up Silvia and drove to LAX to catch our flight to Vegas. Drinks and delays and we finally arrive. Got an unexpected phone call from Colombia, which made me happier than ever. Drank a yard of "190 Octane" from Fat Tuesdays, took a shot of Vodka and the night began with a bang! Silvia and I walked the strip, gambled some ("Let's win a car!!", asked random people to break large denominations of money, got some free drinks, obtained some mardi gras beeds, bought "blow pop" socks (because in a drunken stupor they are the coolest shit!), went to the Monte Carlo buffet ("I am craving MEAT") and had an enormous carnivorous feast, got ready to go clubbin, and HIT THE STRIP! We started our night with the goal to close what ever club we ended up partying at, which was going to be between 4 & 6 in the morning. We went to Coyote Ugly first, and after a jello shot and a stiff drink Silvia and I hopped up on the bar and danced. While up there, the bartender girls gave us two shots (actually they just poured alcohol down our throats with a speed-pour. feeling tipsier than before (mind you copious amounts of alcohol have already been consumed) we headed over to RA at the Luxor. We met up with Silvia's friends and began to dance our hearts out! I felt a little strange at first dancing, but then Silvia's engaged friend came up and asked me to dance, as he knew i was taken and I knew he was taken, so it was a safe bet. We had our share of skeezy boys trying to get "all up in our grills" and we envoked a code to get the away when they weren't respoding to us. At one point we literally had to push them out of our way. We made it to closing time of the club and stumbled back to our room around 5am. (that is after we got sidetracked and somehow ended up outside in the back alley of Excalibur.
My cell phone rang at 6:47am, which was about an hour and 47 minutes after I passed out in my bed. I was pissed, as by the time i got to it, the person hung up and didnt leave a message and the number was blocked. my still-drunk ass realized that i was exceptionally nauseous and tried to go back to sleep...but, my efforts were in vain and i layed awake begging for death (feeling under the weather and all).

We made it out our room apropriately for checkout, grabbed grub, walked to strip, took a cab, took the new airport train to our terminal, walked our sore feet down to the LAST possible gate in the terminal, and made our trek home (which was absolutely a comedy of errors...)

I fell asleep last night on my couch at 9:30pm with a piece of pizza in my hand. Silvia and I added up that we were gone for 28 straight hours and partied for 26 of them with no break. good shit...

funny quotes:

"Let's go back to the freakin' CRV!"
"I see SPA, but no RA!"
"What did he slip in your drink!"
"Dude, buddy, you are not getting the hint - bye!"
"Cuuuuuuulooooooooooooooooo"
"shit! blow pop socks! do they match my beads!"
"I am too crunk to even hold my effing fork..."
"okay, Mullet means you're lame"
"razzle dazzle is the next big thing"