unemployment and vegas.

..:: day 6 ::..

oops i've skipped from day 2 to day 6. reason being, i've been in vegas the last 3 days. oh the irony, to go to vegas immediately after quitting my job. being unemployed, however, did provide a convenient excuse not to do anything. i don't really gamble, but now i can say, "well i really shouldn't play because i have no income," as opposed to "i really don't want to play because i'm scared of losing all my money."

i went to vegas for good reason tho, my roommate's bachelor party. that must've been the tamest bachelor party in history. no drugs except for about 2 rounds of drinks, no strippers, no rudeness, and heck, even no swearing. my roommate doesn't swear - he says "freak" instead of the f-word. fuck me. tho i noticed if he actually said "fuck" instead of "freak" he'd cuss more than anyone i know.

i've never been to a club with 10 guys and no girls before. it's really quite sad, when you have a circle of guys on the dance floor, sorta dancing, most of them just doing a guy head bob or sort of gyrating to the music. none of the guys had any game - actually most of them had steady girlfriends and weren't looking to cause any trouble. paul actually came out the winner for the weekend, getting the phone number of a pretty cute girl who's also from the bay area. i excused myself constantly to go to the bar or text message diana.

vegas was interesting. the best part was going on atv tours - tho it was kind of funny, about half the group will never get on an atv again after that. some of the guys got hurt, had to bail off their machines, or in paul's case, he was trying to get up a hill and somehow slid off the hill and into a ravine, where carey had to climb down and pull him out. i was way up the trail taking pics of the nevada skyline, oblivious to the minor crisis going on below. what a good friend am i. =) i'll post the picture i took while paul was pinned under an atv soon.

i have never been as exhausted as i was the last day in vegas. jetlagged, staying up late at night, and having a 285 lb. bed-mate that snores like a mu'fugger really didn't help (don't ask), and i was on my last legs of energy by the end. i think on the flight back i kept pitching forward in my seat, so the guy next to me kept pushing my head back, and finally pushed my seat back for me so i'd stop pitching forward. i really hope i didn't drool on myself, because i don't remember anything about the flight.

all in all it was a good trip to vegas. both the bachelors, carey and josh, are good guys that will do well, i think.

i have been summoned for jury duty on february 14. bloody marvelous. happy valentine's day to you too.