Needless to say, I drowned my immense sorrow in lots and lots of vodka. I hope you all did as well. I actually had a really fun time at our ghetto ass hotel, home to the $2 drink, 24/7.
Harrah's on New Year's Eve, however, is another story. It's like Douchetown, USA. Mikey and I looked at each other over a Vitamin water bottle filled with booze and were in awe.
6 of us crammed into a hotel room for two nights, where I'm proud to say, security was only called once.
You think I'm kidding? Think again.
Hey, that's what you get for $2 drinks, Lakeside Inn and Casino.
Our first night, we went to some nightclub called Vex, where you have to wait in line and pay for the privilege of watching go-go dancers grind each other in cages.
We spent the next day lounging around eating Cheetos and watching the Law and Order marathon before dinner at the hotel.
Then we hit "The Strip."
I don't know how people get away with calling 4 casinos in a row a "strip" but the place was insane. I've never seen so much body glitter in my life.
I passed out at around 2am, having lost $10 on video poker and woke up to my 5 co-horts, sprawled all over the place, one with what I've decided is a broken hand, another with a knee the size of a basketball.
Hey, that's what you get for $2 drinks, Lakeside Inn and Casino. In an uncharacteristic move, I walked away unscathed. This hangover, however, I'm still dealing with...
*The Culture Blog might be up today, if Eve doesn't fire me for being a late, drunken slacker...