God, I don't even want to start with this shit.

My recent experience was in Vegas at Tao Beach in the Venetian. For those who don't know, it's a pool party with a bunch of wonderful scattered ass everywhere you look. My friend was DJing there, before he came I already had four greygoose/cranberries in me. He comes along, I'm chillin in the DJ booth then apparently this smokin brunette comes in and asks to play some MJ (since he died that weekend). I'm shooting the shit with her then someone tells me apparently it's "Jessica from 90210". Two more vodka/cranberries then my friend gives me a sheet of drink tickets....the Patron started to flow and it was getting realllll bad. Next thing I know I wake up in the Venetian suite on the couch marinating in my own vomit. It was 26 stories up and I have no idea how I got into my room with my wallet/phone/key intact. I had to call housekeeping and have the homeboy clean the couch while I was giggling in the corner