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the true-untold vegas story: part deux

… (con­tin­ued from the true-untold vegas sto­ry)…

Sun­day, 3/9 midnight.ish
…when hiphop played…the room broke out all into the dance floor. like bees and the scent of hon­ey; or… like 161 hearth­stone drool­ing over the site of shaki­ra on mtv—shaking that ass like glass, all smooth and movin like a field of grass…woooord up!

but back to the sto­ry… so every­one start­ed head­ing on to the dance floor and got jig­gy with it. then, being a group with 2:1 guy to girl ratio… jovan, j.Flo, and puvic went to gala­vant. what they saw…were a cou­ple of girls…w/ their mom haha.

it was just funny…freakin’ puvic (or was it jeff, err…was it both haha) try­ing to get shib­by with the mom lol. its one of those things that you just try to think and say qui­et­ly to your­self, but end up say­ing some­thing like…“WTF?!” too loud. anoth­er thing to com­pare the moment to, is when you see a hot girl that you have to do that double-take…and say…“DAAAAAAMN!” but this isn’t exact­ly that, its the direct oppo­site x10. you just straight say, “EWWWWW!” haha.

it’s all good though, good times. the fun­ni­est pic that i think rep­re­sent­ed the whole night of fun is the one, i would call, “ooglie mooglie per puvic.” i guess it was one of those sit­u­a­tions when the light was dim, and con­sump­tion of alco­hol was too high—well, very very high for puvic in this instance =).

ooglie mooglie per puvic

…but it’s all good, i ain’t try­ing to hate—cause that brotha has a lot of balls that i know most peo­ple wished they had. remem­ber that say­ing, “don’t hate the playa, hate the game”…well for puvic it’s about the same, it’s “don’t hate puvic, hate the game”—he is in his own class.

Sun­day, 3/9 4am.ish
so the club dies down, and we get out of there around 4am-ish. we decid­ed to get some ear­ly morn­ing grub from the orleans casi­no. why eat at four in the morn­ing? you ask… because it’s vegas, and food is hel­la cheap; and when i say “cheap”—cheap like $1.99 for t-bone steak and egg meal.

it’s one of their grave­yard break­fast spe­cial­ty i guess. but order­ing the steak and eggs was too much for me to grub down since i want­ed to knock out after we get back. so i picked the two eggs, two sausages, and hash­brown meal for $0.99. i swear, i was expect­ing crap­py food for that price…but to my sur­prise, it was pret­ty fill­in’ and good. this is prob­a­bly our new hang­out spot after club­bing in vegas.

Sun­day, 3/9 6.30am.ish
mean­while, get­ting back from eat­ing breakfast…we saw the sun come up around 6:30am as we were park­ing back at aladdin. we just knocked out after that. wak­ing up around 10am because of check­out, we start­ed view­ing the pics that every­one took and stuff while we wait­ed for every­one to get ready. glanc­ing at the room, we noticed that ceci­ly, jon, joe­ma­ma, and jevon are not back yet from cheetah’s?! lat­er on we found out that they have crashed at chris and jay’s room at impe­r­i­al palace; and that they didn’t fin­ish their gala­vant­i­ng till 9am haha—sooooorry big bucks.

Sun­day, 3/9 noon.ish
being hun­gry and all, we all (twen­ty or so of us) left to meet up at main st. casi­no one of their hawai­ian restau­rants; which served one of the best teriya­ki chick­en bowls in LV. mmm mmm good! i would have to say it was bet­ter than L&L or the loft; the por­tions were much big­ger but for the same price. so after our lunch, we all parted—some left around 1pm, anoth­er left at 1:30pm, and most of us at 2pm.

Sun­day, 3/9 2.30pm.ish
i drove jevon’s car back to OC since that foo was real­ly real­ly tired and pret­ty much, just looked and felt like crap—i guess it was just too much t&a up on his face haha =p. it was jevon, joe­ma­ma, mike d. and i in ultra-nice accord =). we got a call from mike a. around 2:30pm about three big acci­dents near bak­er, one of the major ones that cause the oth­er was the one involv­ing two tour bus­es. it involved more than a hun­dred being seri­ous­ly injured. it pret­ty much halt­ed the inter­state-15 south for 20 miles, and for a peri­od of about five-sev­en hours. i would have to say, expe­ri­enc­ing that acci­dent first-hand…any traf­fic (whether it be bay area/LA) is noth­ing com­pared to it. also, that was the longest vegas dri­ve home i’ve eeeeev­er been in. the bot­tom line how­ev­er, there was no fatality—which is real­ly real­ly good con­cern­ing that it was two big, tour bus­es. here’s some pics around 5pm-ish…this is ten miles away from bak­er where the acci­dent was some­what locat­ed…

for three or so hours, we were on a com­plete halt. every­one just got out of their vehi­cles and con­versed with the cars next to them. but for us, we were on a mis­sion. a mis­sion that was orches­trat­ed by jevon/joemama; to find hot girls in biki­nis haha. so we were pret­ty much bored, i guess the high­light of the three hours we were in the mid­dle of no where…was our trek to find a spot to pee at. just imag­ine, all those peo­ple out in the desert try­ing to claim their ter­ri­to­ry. good times.

Sun­day, 3/9 9.30pm.ish
after clear­ing the traffic/accident site around 9:30pm-ish…we stopped over at burg­er king at east main st. in barstow; and jevon drove the rest of the way back. i don’t want to ruin his adven­ture, so just read it for your­self at his blog entry “15 min­utes of sleep”.

all-in-all my friends, it doesn’t mat­ter where you go in life as long as you have peo­ple you have fun with, and care for along for the ride. it doesn’t mat­ter if it’s like a roller coast­er ride, because you’re not the only one rid­ing it; nor the only one expe­ri­enc­ing the thrills of the loops, and sharp turns the it gives us. ahhh life…it’s so full of sur­pris­es, one thing we can do to get through it is laugh along with our fam­i­ly and friends…and get lap dances till 9am at club cheetah’s!!!

from my mind to yours, fly to vegas!

the true-untold vegas story…about…our recent vegas trip

here it is! a groove slight­ly trans­formed, brought from the norm… well, if you have been through the 916xL webring or sites linked through the group of friends i hold dear… you prob­a­bly heard how the jeff’s-bday-vegas-trip was. now what you are about to hear is some­what the same, and somewhat—untold! =p…or some­thing like that—just try­ing to be enter­tain­ing there for a sec­ond.

due to the scarci­ty of green in my world, and the long hours at work i real­ly need to do, i wasn’t able to leave fri­day after­noon as most of the group have done. why, you ask? pret­ty-much, my assign­ment with my cur­rent com­pa­ny will only last for about two more weeks; there­fore, i need to get/work the most hours i can…no excep­tion since rent, utils, and extra bills have to be paid w/in the next two weeks. but back to the adven­ture…

Sat­ur­day, 3/8 9am.ish
so being the EARLY BIRD that i am =p…i woke up at 9am on a SATURDAY try­ing to pack, get ready, and go to rat­tan to meet up with our car­a­van peeps. the caravan/carpool i rode with were “SHUT-UP!” joe­ma­ma, “ROCK IT!” ryan, “L-Train” lavar­ro, “AGOURA” belle, “TINZ­er” carta­ge­na, and… jevon =p (look jevon smi­lie haha). YOU THE MAN! =] any­ways, as i was say­ing… we were sup­pose to leave OC around 10am. how­ev­er, due to the slav­ish hours and hours of work that tinz was put under… we left around 11:30ish or so; but hey…whose complaining—our car­pool group didn’t have a lot of mon­ey any­ways to spend in sin city.

the trip was short—for some rea­son. maybe it was the fact that tinz and i fell asleep and left jevon dri­ving to the sound of alter­na­tive music (i.e. all amer­i­can rejects—swing swing). don’t know what it was, i was freakin’ tired after we got on the 15-north for some rea­son. i guess the scenery was just boring—it was just straight up sub­urbs. one thing i noticed that woke me up though… i think it was the part were we where at norco—freakin’ cow-dung city of socal.

mean­while, wak­ing up after tak­ing semi-naps along the way to vegas. i noticed that cal­trans put up a divider on the 15 after the barstow area (well, that’s where i saw it first after wak­ing up). i think it just made the dri­ve some­what inter­est­ing. it just remind­ed me of an old nin­ten­do game, for­got what it was—but it was the same…only 2–3 lanes wide and always (most of the time) going straight. but yah, it was just weird see­ing that white middle-divider—i guess its been awhile since i’ve dri­ver to vegas.

Sat­ur­day, 3/8 5pm.ish

vegas baby, VEGAS! we got there and exit­ed to the chevron gas sta­tion at LV blvd. around 5pm. and start­ed to head on to the aladdin—where EVERYONE and their mama are stay­ing at. i meant this because there was pro­l­ly about 20+ peo­ple packed in like sar­dines in that mug. thanks to j.Flo for get­ting the room even though it was his bday. props man. the only thing i for­got to bring was my sleep­ing bag, which was in jevon’s trunk. crap!…so i had to sleep on those stanky ass hotel-comforters—who knows where those have been.

Sat­ur­day, 3/8 6.30pm.ish
off to the SPICE MARKET BUFFET?! $21+ for such good food. this buf­fet would prob­a­bly be one of the top3 buf­fets in vegas i’ve ever eat­en at…they rank:

  1. Bel­la­gio ($28/dinner)
  2. Rio ($18/lunch)
  3. Aladdin ($21/dinner)

what i like about the one at aladdin was the light­ing (not too dark and not to bright), and the selec­tion. i would say that 90% of the food that was out there were pret­ty damn good—enough for 2 rounds if you know what i mean. but 2 rounds for each food proved to be too hard for every­one that i went to eat din­ner with. the “ROCKERS” that “ROCKED IT” were: joe­ma­ma, belle, lou, tinz, and i; the place, was the restroom in the buf­fet =p. don’t hate…we just try­ing to get our $21-worth. was it worth it?—hell yes…enough for a sec­ond oper­a­tion dum­bo drop after leav­ing the buf­fet.

Sat­ur­day 3/8 9pm.ish

after spend­ing a hand­ful of time at the buffet…we pret­ty much felt like chill­in’ and takin’ it easy at the room; and maybe even take a nap. but that didn’t hap­pen… it was already get-ready/pre-par­ty time for every­one. the tar­get: monte carlo’s “the brew­ery”…eta: about 11pm.ish—just about when the par­ty hits its peek. but man…oh man…we were wrong about the time.

when we rolled up to da club, we thought that it was already a… “club”; but there was still a band play­ing. it was coo though. they can play pret­ty damn good. the band rocked songs from the 70s-and-on. the only thing i think that every­one was wait­ing for—was the band’s final song; which came about 12.30ish. and then, the dj spinned the record…

…to be con­tin­ued (on the true-untold vegas sto­ry: part deux)…