I arrived in Vegas and had only let my ex-tour guide know that I was coming. Half of the trip had left in Seattle and the rest were finishing in Vegas. Having gotten help from the best doctor on the planet, I was well enough to fly and surprise my friends. This story won't have photos, because I was either having too much fun or too inebriated to take them.
I had been prescribed some fairly serious painkillers (Oxycontin for those familiar with hurting themselves). So, I was not in the best state when I got off the plane. Instead of meddling with public transport, I got a cab and went to the hotel where my friends were staying. I had no idea which room 'Tim' was staying in but I had a solution: Flirt with the front desk lady who was in her mid 50's and get the room number from her.
Somehow...it worked.
Armed with the room number and making my way to that floor, I steeled myself for mayhem. I was not at all prepared for what was about to happen. Stories were told between Tim and I and nothing much happened until we went to dinner. The plan was for him to walk in and tell everyone that he had a surprise. They were probably expecting strippers, but I showed up instead. Obviously, shots and stupidity followed.
We had dinner and retired for an hour to our rooms. At this point we realized that I had painkillers. What does a logical person do with them? Follow the recommended dosage. What did we do? Rack up lines of them and huff them through a $100 bill. I looked something like this:
Optimistic, but completely shitfaced.
The next logical step? Ask the front desk manager if he could get us 'nose clams'...The Always Sunny in Philadelphia fans will know exactly what I mean..
He could. We obliged.
The next 48hrs are somewhat of a blank. All I know is that I blacked in somewhere in downtown Las Vegas (a very shit area) and turned to my British friend, said 'FUCK MAN...how did we get here?!'
His reply?
'Oh MAAATEEE, how long have we been together?'
I had no idea. I lost 2 complete days from my memory. Still not the dumbest thing I've ever done. You're going to want to prepare for that one. Hint: it is a tie between two girls and equally bad decisions in both situations by myself.
I had been prescribed some fairly serious painkillers (Oxycontin for those familiar with hurting themselves). So, I was not in the best state when I got off the plane. Instead of meddling with public transport, I got a cab and went to the hotel where my friends were staying. I had no idea which room 'Tim' was staying in but I had a solution: Flirt with the front desk lady who was in her mid 50's and get the room number from her.
Somehow...it worked.
Armed with the room number and making my way to that floor, I steeled myself for mayhem. I was not at all prepared for what was about to happen. Stories were told between Tim and I and nothing much happened until we went to dinner. The plan was for him to walk in and tell everyone that he had a surprise. They were probably expecting strippers, but I showed up instead. Obviously, shots and stupidity followed.
We had dinner and retired for an hour to our rooms. At this point we realized that I had painkillers. What does a logical person do with them? Follow the recommended dosage. What did we do? Rack up lines of them and huff them through a $100 bill. I looked something like this:
The next logical step? Ask the front desk manager if he could get us 'nose clams'...The Always Sunny in Philadelphia fans will know exactly what I mean..
He could. We obliged.
The next 48hrs are somewhat of a blank. All I know is that I blacked in somewhere in downtown Las Vegas (a very shit area) and turned to my British friend, said 'FUCK MAN...how did we get here?!'
His reply?
'Oh MAAATEEE, how long have we been together?'
I had no idea. I lost 2 complete days from my memory. Still not the dumbest thing I've ever done. You're going to want to prepare for that one. Hint: it is a tie between two girls and equally bad decisions in both situations by myself.
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