In Vegas. Not really a party trip, more to get out of town while girlfriend goes to some Interior Design conference. I'm actually swamped with work all weekend, which I'm starting presently.
Dropped her and her classmates off this morning and have gotten honked at like 3x this morning. Vegas drivers are assholes. Old man honked at me as I was coming back to the hotel this morning in the parking lot, although last night I went a little hard in the paint, so I was out of it. Regardless, he pissed me off. I was going to talk shit but he scurried inside the casino like the old-balls rat he was. So I took the liberty of getting rid of my fast food waste and cups on the trunk of his car.
So far, so good. 2nd time here, and Vegas seems more weird this time. I've been propositioned 3x in less than 16 hours for both "ganja" and "yayo". I thought about bringing my own tomatoes but figured better not risk it, with all the work I need to get done last thing I need to do is spend all day today high as fuck gorging on cable in my shitty hotel room. As an aside, ever since my psychedelic experience I can't help but think what it would be like to do shrooms/acid in Vegas. Would be pretty awesome to at least get high and watch Zumanity, but i'll save that trip for later in the spring or summer.
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