Staying in the Trap House (aka the Excalibur)...
Arriving at 3am and promptly NOT partying (we're so proud of ourselves, it's like we're growing up)...
My long winded thought process as to why Slippe's Hummer is so large on the outside but so small on the inside...
Mexican guy named Monster becoming my best friend (we argued about gypsies and catholicism) at Rehab in the VIP and then promptly showing back up two hours later with a disconnected land line phone in the midst of the party acting like he was making calls (at that point, maybe he was)...
45 djs at the pool...
Do you know it cost $100 to get into Rehab? (unless you're cool like us). There was easily 5000 people there, which equals out to, I don't know FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS BEFORE BAR MONEY FOR A DAMN POOL PARTY... And with drinks starting at $22 thats easily another few hundred k... So happy we don't pay for things
DJ shift playing Gangstarr/Dead Prez/Camp Lo at Tabu at ridiculously early hours...
Skam artists (dj crew not pyramid schemers) liberally using the air horn effect...
Miami Girls. Vegas Girls. Arizona Girls. California Girls. Etc.
No one getting sick from the copious amounts of alcohol, but rather shady Pizza Hut...
The Party Pit...
This has been brief memories of Vegas.
