So. I've survived my first night in Vegas. I'm not even hung over really. I was up for 24+ hours, my legs hurt from dancing (seriously Jones, why were you dancing?) and I have a headache from the smoke. But otherwise, I'm alive.
Vegas, btw? Epic. Everything is huge, and legal. And the number of women I would do terrible things to here is out of control.
Remind me to make a move today/tonight. Or I'll kill something.
~Jones Out
Vegas was sufficiently awesome. I'm not a gambler, but watching everyone else waste money was nice. I got drunk, and I got to see Penn & Teller live. So, life goal accomplished.
And it makes an Ex of mine jealous, so BONUS POINTS.
I think the best part was sitting in a super class hot tub, drinking beer and mimosas. Remind me to spend more time around cute chicks in bikinis.
Also, made a move, but it was weak. Things were, well, weird, idk. But I don't have to kill anything, and can always try again haha.
~Jones Out...Again