Soooo....I'm going to recap my trip. I went to Vegas, to take an exam to get certified, and was supposed to meet up with some friends to play a show, and then party at the MGM Grand. We did 2 of those things.
I really wish we had pictures, but Connor broke hiscamera at the airport, (he dropped it in the sink) and refused to buy a new one from a duty free shop or one of those vending machines. He's an idiot.
The only pictures I have is of me hugging an M&M, which I don't remember. And a faraway shot of Zach and some of his friends taken at the lobby of the Grand, which turned out terrible.
So I arrived in MacCaren Wed Night around 8 PST (11 EST) and pretty much just studied my ass off.
Thurs, was the same. I was supposed to play a show at a place called Wildfire, but that morning, found out 3 people couldn't make it, but it was a godsend as they canceled the venue. That would of sucked. Sally's house burned down recently so she couldn't make it--she wasn't bringing Britt like last time. Connor's flight got delayed. Fusco couldn't get out of work. So besides studying, the few of us there went out drinking at Sunset Station, met an awesome bartender and fellow anglophile (talked about the Cribs, Subways, Kaiser Chiefs, and Arctic Monkeys for like an hour) and went to In and Out and then went shopping. Nite. I slept 3 hours.
Friday I took my test bright and early. Needed an 80 to pass. Got a 76. Fuck. Went back to my room, slept an hour and took the Hands-on Practical portion. Needed a 90. Got a 95 MFer! Now I have to take the written portion again on the 30th. Shit.
That night went out with Val and walked around and took in the sights. That girl is a riot. So fucking innocent it's adorable. It's hysterical to see this girl with a home-made floral dress and a traditional bonnet head-covering walking around with a dude decked out in all black, tight pants and this short peacoat and a moppy emo-mullet.
Soooo....I'm going to recap my trip. I went to Vegas, to take an exam to get certified, and was supposed to meet up with some friends to play a show, and then party at the MGM Grand. We did 2 of those things.
I really wish we had pictures, but Connor broke hiscamera at the airport, (he dropped it in the sink) and refused to buy a new one from a duty free shop or one of those vending machines. He's an idiot.
The only pictures I have is of me hugging an M&M, which I don't remember. And a faraway shot of Zach and some of his friends taken at the lobby of the Grand, which turned out terrible.
So I arrived in MacCaren Wed Night around 8 PST (11 EST) and pretty much just studied my ass off.
Thurs, was the same. I was supposed to play a show at a place called Wildfire, but that morning, found out 3 people couldn't make it, but it was a godsend as they canceled the venue. That would of sucked. Sally's house burned down recently so she couldn't make it--she wasn't bringing Britt like last time. Connor's flight got delayed. Fusco couldn't get out of work. So besides studying, the few of us there went out drinking at Sunset Station, met an awesome bartender and fellow anglophile (talked about the Cribs, Subways, Kaiser Chiefs, and Arctic Monkeys for like an hour) and went to In and Out and then went shopping. Nite. I slept 3 hours.
Friday I took my test bright and early. Needed an 80 to pass. Got a 76. Fuck. Went back to my room, slept an hour and took the Hands-on Practical portion. Needed a 90. Got a 95 MFer! Now I have to take the written portion again on the 30th. Shit.
That night went out with Val and walked around and took in the sights. That girl is a riot. So fucking innocent it's adorable. It's hysterical to see this girl with a home-made floral dress and a traditional bonnet head-covering walking around with a dude decked out in all black, tight pants and this short peacoat and a moppy emo-mullet. But she's such a sweetheart and I wouldn't have it any other way. I did miss going toe-to-toe with Sally though this time. Damn that girl can drink. Didn't get much sleep once again. 19 hours in 5 days. Not good.
Saturday I got sick in the middle of the presentation I had to attend. Spiked a 103 fever all of a sudden and went back to the room and crashed. Everyone went out for dinner apparently, partied hard (or as hard as Nutritional Therapists do) and I missed it. The band went out drinking and I missed that too. I woke up at 2 AM that night (or sunday morning) Ready to attack sunday.
It was very chill. We each got up and said a few words about our businesses and endeavors, and community outreach and whatnot, said our goodbyes and people left. I'm glad Francesca left early and we didn't have much time together this time. Her poor husband is handicapped and she is all over me, and quite inappropriate at times, but says I remind her of her little brother whom she doesn't see, as he lives in Europe. I love her like crazy, and I LOVE older women, especially ones that look as good as her, but that always irked me out. Either come onto me or don't---don't make it weird. Although, in this case, I'd rather have a friend in her I guess for two reasons---I'm not a home-wrecker and I never had an older sister and wanted one. And she's very candid and honest like myself (another reason I want to move to Europe). But treating me like both is very weird though. So, no. Very much, no.
She and Lisa did tell me to stop by their houses in San Diego when I go to the West Coast next year. Something I'm looking forward to very much---never been to San Diego and always wanted to go. Especially now since Para Bellum takes place there, and it would be real hypocritical of me to be writing all this shit about the town and never been there.
Sun night, took a break from the boys and went out to the Mirage with Val, Laurice, Kris, Beth and Julie and her husband Greg. "So Greg, what was Trapper John like in real life?" By far the best quote of the night.
Then I had to leave them early and meet up with the guys and my father (who is a up and coming voice artist and my de facto manager) and my talent agent Drew at the MGM Grand. While waiting for them, I ran into Zach De la Rocha. Waved and said hi, that was about it. I'm never the type to make a big deal in front of celebrities. (except Hayley Williams one time; that was an exception).
The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. I went to play a couple of hands of blackjack with my dad. We both won like 30 bucks, not much but considering how much money we were down, and won back, like 200 each--i'll take it. Had a drink with him for the first time in 2 years. It was nice.
Well I got lots of work to do before tomorrow---so I'm gonna go thru the highlites real quick. I'll upload whatever pictures I have next time and continue the story from where it really picks up, but give u the baiscs: We pretty much got VIP in everything-- Drew and Dad are awesome! Center balcony seats at KA (which was astounding!), free admission and a crazy amount of drinks and a private table at TABU and 54, window seat at Yellowtail (favorite restaurant i think ever---oshitashi, hamachi, scallops and fois grois, madai and some of the freshest hijiki and wakame i've ever tasted...mmmm).
Went with Ben and Connor to PURE and I'm surprised we got in. Specially since Connor's underage and had a shitty fake. It's a lot nicer than LAX which I went to last time I was in Vegas. A lot less steps hahaha. Didn't go outside though---kinda wish we did. Saw a few familiar and famous faces, danced with some cute honeys and made up a dance called the Crows Nest. It was fucking hysterical. They're really fun to go out with cause they actually get up and dance unlike most of my close friends. It sucks cause I'm really getting close with Ben and I feel kinda bad cause he and Matt are kind of a package deal. Jay's coming back from Madagascar in a month and he'll probably want his spot as guitarist back. He's my best friend and I hate doing that to the two of them. Hopefully no hard feelings and we can all be friends and still jam.
We also went to this Brazillian restaurant which I loved. Met this cute vegan waitress and tried to convince her out of veganism, but gave up halfway. Not even willing to go for dairy and eggs. She said after 60 days of this she feels radiant and amazing. Told her she looked radiant and amazing, and to do what makes her feel good--that's the most important thing. And if she ever started to feel lethargic or unhealthy in any way to give me a call, and we can work something out that suits her best. After dinner she slipped me her number, before I could even give her my business card---dunno if it was for business or what, but assumed the former, when I called her. I think she was put off. But ya know, I'm not for the whole "What happens in Vegas..." thing. I got Danielle, afterall. And flirting's one thing....it makes you feel wanted and like you actually have a pulse---but a cheater's a cheater.
Well that's all for now...probably elaborate later (as if I haven't enough already)
I really wish we had pictures, but Connor broke hiscamera at the airport, (he dropped it in the sink) and refused to buy a new one from a duty free shop or one of those vending machines. He's an idiot.
The only pictures I have is of me hugging an M&M, which I don't remember. And a faraway shot of Zach and some of his friends taken at the lobby of the Grand, which turned out terrible.
So I arrived in MacCaren Wed Night around 8 PST (11 EST) and pretty much just studied my ass off.
Thurs, was the same. I was supposed to play a show at a place called Wildfire, but that morning, found out 3 people couldn't make it, but it was a godsend as they canceled the venue. That would of sucked. Sally's house burned down recently so she couldn't make it--she wasn't bringing Britt like last time. Connor's flight got delayed. Fusco couldn't get out of work. So besides studying, the few of us there went out drinking at Sunset Station, met an awesome bartender and fellow anglophile (talked about the Cribs, Subways, Kaiser Chiefs, and Arctic Monkeys for like an hour) and went to In and Out and then went shopping. Nite. I slept 3 hours.
Friday I took my test bright and early. Needed an 80 to pass. Got a 76. Fuck. Went back to my room, slept an hour and took the Hands-on Practical portion. Needed a 90. Got a 95 MFer! Now I have to take the written portion again on the 30th. Shit.
That night went out with Val and walked around and took in the sights. That girl is a riot. So fucking innocent it's adorable. It's hysterical to see this girl with a home-made floral dress and a traditional bonnet head-covering walking around with a dude decked out in all black, tight pants and this short peacoat and a moppy emo-mullet.