July 13, 2010
Hard Rock
By hook, crook, twitter, hotwire, blackjack points or magic, my cousin usually gets us a good price on a hotel when we go to las vegas, this time to celebrate his 40th birthday. Which is how we ended up at the hard rock hotel - a great place to people watch if you like well toned frat boys from jersey shore and girls with oversized sunglasses and undersized bikini. So all the guests and friends of is trying to look good and bronzed, get compliments and maybe show up on mtv's rehab. There's even an affliction store inside in case you forget your $56.00 extra medium shirt in the wash. We look out of place like nicholas cage in a good movie. But we're good we're good because I'm walking around with my all you can eat body with a tee that seems to be getting some attention and a few "oooh, I like that!" from the women. Yo sucker, peeps my black goonies tee I got from target for $9.99. That's right, truffle shuffle > randy couture's ground and pound. How you like me now? Actually we still lost money and the girls didn't pay us a second thought but thats ok, we still won at the buffet.