Went too Vegas...got the clap...It didn't stay there like i thought it would...the END
Juuust kidding..about all of it. If you wanna hear about the clap send me an e-mail and I'll give you the phone number of this guy:
He will for sure give you the low low..
( doesn't have STD's ladies...he's clean......we think)
OK f-it...here we go.
So it was our boy Ramon:
's 24th birthday...and what better way than to spend it in Las Vegas with a group of closest friends ( and some stragglers)
note to readers: the last picture was taken by a bell-man...which thanks for taking it but notice how much head-room thure is..shit gives me a head-ache.
anyways so yea.
Friday came around and it was time to depart from good ol La Crescenta . Junior rolled up to my house ready to GETHEFUCKOUT:
We then drove down got in Ramons truck:
Picked up Lt. Jon:
ANd got on the road heading....? whatever direction it is that takes us to Las Vegas Nevada
There is an old saying " it's not the destination...its the journey" now dont quote me but i think Lady Gaga came up with that one..and I totally agree. The better part of vegas was spent in CA...on the road.. 4 bros..( no homo) just shootin the shit...i like
Now enough of that John Denver crap:
We arrived to the Place with the worlds Largest Thermometer...aka Who-the-fuck-cares-ville.. and the bros were ready to pick up some man sodas:
Safety Notice: NO..we did not drink in the truck on the way out there...you're welcome
OK So after a Chronic 2001 looped in ramons truck for a few hrs we finally arrived in good ol Sin CITy.
Our good friends Sarah and Vanessa flew in from San Fransisco and were right next door...
and after a lil bit of catching up..we were down at Bills casino to catch the Lakers Game
After trying our hands at some Roulette and Blackjack we headed over to get some drunk munchies:
By then it was time to go back 2 the room get our bank/ credit cards and max them out after a few swiggers ov course:
Ok so we headed down as a group and left as smaller groups.. since i'm not much of a gambler nor is Sar-Chase and by then Van lost all her money ..we decided to make our way back up to the rooms. Now im guessing it was prolly 3 a.m wich means its fight time for an angry ms marquette:
by then the eye gouging, hair pulling, and screaming became un-bearable. So i slinked into my room without further incident
Saturday morning came up just like vans puke all over her bed ( sry van) So jr and I met the rest of the early rising crew over at Margherita-ville...had some laughs:
then zoomed back to the Flamingo....and when we got there look who was waiting:
You're right people.. Kid MOTHER FUCKIN ROCK
kidding...but seriously.. In tru D-Ray form he ceases to amaze me. I mean it didn't even cross my mind to bring a set of whigs to Vegas.. But to dirty it was no big deal:
OK then there was some more catching up then straight back down to the tables...
Ok this is the point of the blog where I like to tell a story..here it is
Vegas Hoodies: By Ben walters
It was a warm January night... the smell of money was in the air. I looked down at the green velvet table in-front of me and toss around my chips as if they were monopoly money. I place my bet..$6000.00 on black and just as the ball slows its roll on the rich mohogany wheel i look up and see:
thats right..Kid-Rock or the guy from "rock of love..brett michaels" standing right across from me. Pure sex..seducing a ebony crack-queen.. He walks over and i'm floored by his over-all swagger and ability to attract girls like the artist formally known as prince...
The end
Thats not really how it went down..long story short. D-Rays dumb ass is standing at the table with his arms resting on the glass... and after the 7th time being yelled at for doing so...a cracked out vegas local walks by and says " ain't you kid rock" Donald ( wich is d-ray) says " hell yea" and they lock eyes momentarily:
Just then her sketchy ass brother walked over..now normally i refrain from taking pictures of people that look like they want to kill me...but i was under the influence of alcohol so i ditnt giv-a fuq:
right after i snapped that gem.. the guy walks to his sister and says " uh oh..someone got a picture of me" that sketched me out..but after him circling the table a few times they finally took off into the sewers. ( sry that was mean)
Right back at the gambling action:
Back to the room came next..to get ready for ramons night of Birthday thrashing.
D-Ray finally found a wing-man in the form of this tall all lil jon look-alike:
Then sarah palin stopped by:
and threw up weird gang-signs:
Then things got serious.
Walked over to get some margheritas:
we then went back to Flamingo and Ramon hustled us a Limo...thas right people.. WERE dope...as we were waiting ov-vourse i got down on some bro-tography:
AHHH then the fun began..the limo arrived ( side-note..this was my first time in a limo) It was so much fun once the music got turned on..it was like a moving club.. Smiles and laughter all around the car:
ok really it was d-ray, samanior ( brad and angelina have brangelina...spencer and heidi have spidey...samantha and junior have Samanior.....keep up people) Ramon and I all dancing and just livin life...everyone else was emo...
You may be asking urself " gee i wonder where they are going" well instead of telling you ima show you:
Thats was a $30 entrance fee gets you to Saphire strip club...oh and a set of these as well:
( hopefully someone got that joke)
It was still fun...and Ramon looked to be having a good time.. Hollah:
THen it was back in ANOTHER LIMO? ...yea we're dope like that.. More limo party pics:
The next day was sunday and everyone was feelin like ish...but we all made it over to excailbur for lunch.. As i look thru my comp i notice i didnt take a single picture of that day... D-ray jon and I headed back to the hotel cause d-ray wasnt feelin all too great...eventually the rest of the group followed. From what i remember after excalibur everyone was wandering around gambling the day away while d-ray and I had some no homo bro time at the rooom.. with d-ray tryin to recover from the night before. The group came back and the Homie ramon passed the f-out at around 8:00 pm:
a few hrs pass and just as i think the nights over.. Ramon rises from the dead..puts on a button up and a la fitted and walks over to the elevator.
So me bein the over-all downest G of all..i get out of bed put on a flannel and go try and catch up with ramon. So i walk over to the elevator ( ramon left a good 15 mins before me) so i push the go down button, the doors open and guess who the fuq's in there.... You got it.. RAMON..sitting on the cell fone.. he steps out of the elevator looks around and then boom a lightbulb pops up over his head...and he realizes hes been sitting in the same box for 15+ minutes.. SOOOOOO FUNNY holly crap it was a HTBT ( had to be there) moment.
Ok so then went down lost some money...met up with Sarah and walked her burrito ass down the strip came back around 4:30 and bid the night a-dew..
Next day was departure day and this picture says how everyone was feeling:
and thats all folks.. Mind you that i have left a lot of juicy info out...because somethings have to stay in vegas..esp the crabs that d-ray got from that one chick
just kidding i didnt leave much out.. Oh and in american history X the kid says its good to finish off a paper with a quote...well you're in for a surprise cause ive got a few from the vegas vaca...
Jon: " that bitch was so dumb..she made vanessa look like a professor"
d ray: " so far im brett michaels. kid rock. eminem.. and stevie wonder"
jon : " dude that guy couldnt even get a handjob from himself"
Jon too Ramon about losing money: " hey man...didnt u just lose 500$....RAMON: na fool 7....
and thats all folks happy birthday homie...thanks for vegas for doin us dirty..til next time...PEACE
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