Getting Weird in Vegas

I rung in the new year in style with Scott and a bunch of his friends from OC. In about 48 hours of being there I slept no more than 9 hours, which is less than I usually sleep in a normal night. On the first night we saw the Steve Wyrick Magic Show courtesy of a friend of mine at Planet Hollywood Hotel, then lurked around the strip and ended up meeting Michael Jordan, an Elvis impersonator, and going to Tangerine, a club in Treasure Island before eventually crawling into bed at 5AM.


Scott, Michael Jordan/Elvis and Nick. He was cruising the strip at 3 in the morning with his 9 year old daughter.


For New Years we managed to shake off our hangovers to get out to New York New York for some cocktails just before the ball dropped. The strip was chaotic, full of drunk and coked out people and tons of cops. Fireworks went off everywhere and it was sick. On the way back our friends Luis and his brother Juan got arrested when some Jerkoff picked a fight with another friend of ours. When things finally shook out, we all made it home slightly more broke but without any regrets. Fucken Vegas!


Scott, Scott and Derek as we were celebrating the new year on the East Coast at 9PM and watching a guy jump a motorcycle 320 feet on TV.



Fireworks over the North end of the strip.


Hermanos. The classiest guys in jail that night.