Void in Vegas

Hardcore time! If you don't like me in my hardcore mood. Stop reading. Cos day 3 in Vegas got out of hand.

First i went to the pool. Sunblockless. HARDCORE. Therefore i now have a decent pink tone on my back and legs. Not like Cambodia or Barcelona though. Just regular pink. When i was done fryin the bacon - we went shopping. For like 5 hours or so. 3-400 dollars wasted on shoes, jeans, shirts and stuff. HARDCORE.

After a quick shower we took a limo to Hard Rock Cafe. And that's where it really got out of hand. The guys started ordering shots, and you all know me, I aint backin out of that game. So a couple of beers, Samboccas, Jaegers, Purple Haze's later, I'm deep into the mist. After charming Heather, our waitress, she let me give a short speech to the entire cafe starting off our national anthem, as i found that suitable on our nationaldag. It was much appreciated and we got loads of applause. Later on i tried to charm Heathers clothes off but i was totally unsuccessful, especially since she turned down my offer to buy her transformers sweatband for $20. HARDCORE.

When the other guys left i stuck around for another beer and then started walking towards the strip. It's actually quite far but i mean, its something i tend to do when I'm tanked. Get some milage out of everything under the hood. HARDCORE.

Back at the strip, leaving my fellow walkers (some dudes from Boston) behind, i went to Luxors nightclub LAX. An awesome place with awesome company. Found myself a girl in Slayoms taste (read black) who's tiny ass i rocked for a couple of hours on the dance floor. Somewhere in between the constant dancing i bought some more beers, whiskey (they didn't have JD! But they had Glenfiddish, wtf is that?) and some $8 bottled water. Must have been angels tears or something in it. Somewhere after the dancing me and that girl who's name i cant remember passed out at a table which resulted in me getting thrown out and her chatting her way out of getting thrown out. 4 dudes escorted me to the outside, just as nice (but firm) as last time it happened three years ago. I mean, you gotta stick to your traditions. Especially since it's HARDCORE! I even got stamped "VOID", them making sure i wouldn't get back in. Oh, and yeah... i also broke my camera again. That's a DEUCE and I'm OUT! Hardcore style.

Enrique - say it with me.. HARDCORE!