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Monday, March 24th, 2003
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2:07p - country don’t mean dumb
hey, what did you guys do this weekend? yeah, uh-huh, loads of fun, i'm sure, but back to me. yeah, i did that whole washington mutual-sponsored vegas trip thing and oh holy shit, am i moving to las vegas to live out the rest of my days in drunken debauchery. oh bet on it. this is what we did: flew in at a godawful hour, had a "business meeting" till lunchtime, had lunch at some swank restaurant in the hotel, drank, went to their spa (which is really like a bathhouse without the gay sex - mineral baths, mud treatments, rosewood saunas, clothing optional--oh, and you can DRINK there), drank some more, gussied up for the awards gala, drank, drank, passed out, woke up, ordered room service mac and cheese, drank, passed out, woke up, cracked open the mini-bar, drank, passed out, woke up, ordered room service breakfast, passed out, woke up, showered, hit the floor, played some game where you throw dice and then they give you money (of which i made plenty), drank, ate a late and totally bourgie lunch and some fusion restaurant, drank, played slots, drank, played roulette (at which i suck), drank, drank, went back to the room, ordered room service, drank, went shopping, was forcibly prevented from spending any portion of my earnings on designer clothing (and i was so certain i'd wear those prada stilettos too, godammit), drank, went to some bar called "caramel," drank, drank, wisely avoided the sushi bar, drank, ate a lobster that i pciked from of the tank, drank, went back to the room, drank, passed out, woke up, went back to the floor, played that game with the dice again, drank, almost passed out on the table, went back to the room, ordered room service eggs benedict, passed out, woke up, passed out, woke up, took a tub bath, passed out, almost drowned, woke up, survived, drank, ordered room service coffee, and finally, spent the next five hours trying to sober up before the flight home.
good times.
oh, and in case you missed it, eminem (yeah, *that* eminem) won an oscar (yeah, an *oscar*), kicking the pussy asses of U2 and paul simon. suckas.
"i hope to hell when i do die somebody has enough sense to just dump me in a river or something"
current mood: awake
current music: son volt
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