i can't explain what happened last night in any coherent way other than to say- I got Vegas'ed. Locals know the term and nod if you say it.
This experience is why people come to Vegas. This doesn't happen in the town you come from. It's a phenomenon unique to sin city.
it started with booze at dinner and i'll be damned if i can tell you one thing for sure after having that first martini. the vodka and the weed and whatever the gentleman gave me led me on a blur of an adventure that is only coming through to my brain in snapshots.
i remember being at MGM. i never go there. It's a fine enough casino, but it's not for writers or artists. somehow i see a picture in my mind of standing on a bar-top singing karaoke. i hear the crowd yelling, but can't see any of the faces. i sung Rihanna though i honestly can't remember the song.
no, i didn't dream this. there are receipts for ATM visits, matches from the bar at MGM and also the fact that I woke up in a bed in Planet Hollywood. I've never stayed at that casino and it scares me to think I ended here without any memory of it.
Whoever shared the bed with me has gone. my head pounds and I desperately need coffee. it's almost 9 o-clock and i really haven't slept or eaten and this hangover is going to claw at my insides until i find alcohol.
Another day in the city. Las Vegas. Come one and all to the greatest carnival on earth.
This experience is why people come to Vegas. This doesn't happen in the town you come from. It's a phenomenon unique to sin city.
it started with booze at dinner and i'll be damned if i can tell you one thing for sure after having that first martini. the vodka and the weed and whatever the gentleman gave me led me on a blur of an adventure that is only coming through to my brain in snapshots.
i remember being at MGM. i never go there. It's a fine enough casino, but it's not for writers or artists. somehow i see a picture in my mind of standing on a bar-top singing karaoke. i hear the crowd yelling, but can't see any of the faces. i sung Rihanna though i honestly can't remember the song.
no, i didn't dream this. there are receipts for ATM visits, matches from the bar at MGM and also the fact that I woke up in a bed in Planet Hollywood. I've never stayed at that casino and it scares me to think I ended here without any memory of it.
Whoever shared the bed with me has gone. my head pounds and I desperately need coffee. it's almost 9 o-clock and i really haven't slept or eaten and this hangover is going to claw at my insides until i find alcohol.
Another day in the city. Las Vegas. Come one and all to the greatest carnival on earth.