Walk of Shame part Two: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
June 18, 2008
Nate is right, in the sense that it is hard to pull oneself away from the bright lights of LV. Erik and I have been here for awhile, and he is leaving today, while I will be here until Saturday. The one thing that is somewhat troubling is that the allure of drinking and loose morals always leads to hooking up. And, there is only so much that friends can do to pull you away.
When I go to LV with friends, I treat it as a military recon mission. I firmly believe that you never leave a man behind. This has been put to the test often here in LV this week. Erik is my boy and always will be. We have been through a lot of battles, and I am grateful for that. But, once that magical elixir hits his lips, he is a dead man. It is almost like the alcohol companies have been some mind control drug in his drink, which causes him to lose all control and make poor decisions. I don’t remember the first mistake that he made that I couldn’t pull him away from, but the second one is a woman named Lauren, who is from New Jersey. I have pictures and later I will post them. I warn you that the mistakes are not hideous, “OMG what the hell have I done!” mistakes, but not something that you want on your record for all to see. (Or maybe he did, since he was basically banging her out on the dance floor of Harrahs…)
Kids, if you are reading this, don’t drink and decide you are invincible and/or make poor decisions.
Erik was not the biggest violator of this rule, maybe our friend Brian was. He can be kind of forgiven, since he has never been to Vegas, but he caused all types of holy hell in Vegas that I will blog about later. He was one of the bigger haters that night, which was hilarious, in the Nick Cannon sort of way. The one mistake that I made was that I forgot my power cord for my laptop, so I am on limited use for my computer, which explains why I have not blogged more about LV. Just to whet your appetite (and to make sure you come back…) this story has the box, drinking, gambling, fighting, and law enforcement. It wouldn’t be a trip to LV without all of that…
A) I removed Brian’s last name from the post. It’s one thing to put him on blast but damn steve, you dropped is fucking government name on everyone – you’re a true hater.
B) E – you’ve got some ’splaining to do dog.
C) it ain’t the alcohol companies and it ain’t mind control its called alcoholism. Do we need to stage an intervention for reals?
well sounds like a lot of interesting times Steve. i look forward to reading more of these LV stories because i know we didn’t have these types of stories when we were there. i know it was in a completely different context, but still a little more excitement would have been acceptable.
As someone who was there for both “mistakes” I would like to say a couple of things about this subject:
First, Tribble I like where you head is at with this intervention thing…but you are scapegoating alcohol. Alcohol is not the problem. E has an addiction….to fat chicks…he needs help and I think the people at A&E can help us…great reality television in the making…
Second, is Brian needed to put on full fuckin blast…kid was outta control and tryin to throw salt in a brotha’s game…incidentially, if the salt had been on anything edible, she would’ve shallowed it whole…
Third, I give E points for picking up a local and not getting stabbed or his shit stolen, Javon Walker style….
Finally, say what you want about his choices, but at least we know that E doesn’t hate the pussy like some other people that do not need to be mentioned…
Peace, Love and always hot tubin on the late night
First of all, I will defend the local from Sunday night. She was cute and nice.
Second, yes, I like women of all sizes. It allows me to keep my options open.
Third, I totally agree about B-Man. That fool was salting and only operating on one volume level: blast.
But above all, we can draw no other conclusion than “I love the box” yadidameen?