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15th March - Me and Hannah woke up still pretty drunk about 1pm.. reminiscing our antics the night before. As usual, my memory was pretty blurred so Hannah helped fill in the gaps. An absolute miracle happened.. In that I actually managed to remember David Guetta himself, and the moment to which he gave us champagne. I will forever cherish that moment. However, Hannah had the absolute pleasure of re-telling my drunken stories that happened later on that night. One consisted of me having the complete inability to stand up and thus falling to the floor about a million times, whilst Hannah repeatedly telling me to take my shoes off and then me shouting back 'no, I'm not gonna be the dickhead who takes their shoes off at the end of the night. No'. Now who looks like the dickhead with grazes all over their knee this morning... Er, yes, that would be me! Putting all that aside as we had no time to dwell on my scraped knees, as we had heard on the grapevine that this weekend was opening pool parties.. we got ready in our bikinis and headed over to Encore beach club while downing last nights leftover Morgans Spiced rum. Yum! I had sorted us out on a guest list, but by the time we got there it had already shut as it was so busy! $30 entry, they said. We were torn as what to do but we had got ready and were here now, so we thought sod it - let's go! The all important cliche came into play.. 'You only live once!'. So off we went and we soon found ourselves in the pool, raving away. I thought to myself.. This is where we belong. It wasn't too long until a group of guys came over and started chatting to us. Much to our surprise, they were English and from down the road in Surrey! We hadn't come across any English in like forever, so it was really cool! We spent the day messing around with them in the pool - we had so much fun! The boys invited us over for pre-drinks at their hotel, Caesars Palace, which we were up for. We headed back and got ready but as usual, we took longer than expected and ended up getting to their hotel much later than planned. When we arrived in Caesars, we went to their room number they had told us and knocked on the door. There was no reply. We knocked again. Nothing. So we started banging on the other doors around, thinking that maybe they were in someone else's room but got no reply. We didn't know what to do.. as they had obviously already gone out. Eventually, some guy passed us in the corridor saying 'I've got a pen and paper if you want to write them a note and leave it under their door'. Great idea we thought, so we grabbed our drink and headed to his room. We found paper and started writing a note explaining that we had gone to their room and missed them. As we started drinking and getting more drunk, we ended up writing millions of letters, most of them illustrating parts of the human anatomy and complete nonsense. Amidst all of our 'doodling', a flock of men came into the room. All old mind you - news must've spread that this guy had two blondes just casually sat in his room writing letters. As you do. So we got drunk with them, and when the moment seemed appropriate we made an escape goat. Not forgetting to put the all important letters under the door, of course. We headed downstairs to the hotel lobby and waited for a cab in the line. I had to do a cheeky vom (for the first time in my life) and then we went to the club of dreams again... XS. Tonight, Fedde le grand was on the decks. Although we had both seen him before, we somehow missed his complete beauty and spent most of the night gazing up at him. We took a wander around the club - trying to re-explore the club as no pictures of it resided in my memory. Upon doing so, we bumped into a couple of the guys we'd met at the pool party. Ben and Stu. The rest was all a blur - although I know that a lot of skanking and twirling happened. It turned out to be such a funny night! One that ended at Denny's diner, for which we ordered food and I passed out at the table missing out on my food. Ben decided he would milk his testicles at the table during my nap haha. Such a strange, but funny kid. After everyone else's late night binge, we headed back to the hotel I think to try and find the others but had no such luck. I had livened up a little by this point and was sat drinking water trying to save my hangover the next morning (I think it was far too late for that). Hannah suddenly made me aware of Ben sat on his bed with girl chat up line cards surrounded all around him. I proceeded to laugh really hard and ended up choking on my water.. which only left me in one place.. with my head over the toilet. Since when could you laugh so much that you're sick?! Well yes, anything is possible in Vegas. Especially when you're with a couple of Surrey boys. Lesson number one learnt - never hang out with Surrey boys in Vegas unless you wish to end your night making friends with a porcelain toilet bowl. Thank you and goodbye.
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ben cant believe you called me a kid