Vegas, Baby, Vegas.
Clint’s bachelor party in Vegas was this weekend and I am only now coming out of the bourbon soaked haze. Vegas was insanely fun, we rolled like absolute rockstars and like the fellow from Call of Duty 4 said, we went “deep and hard”.
I’m still sorting out the photos and video that everyone took (nice work with the travel footage, Ryan!). Gio, send me your stuff! Here’s a shot from my iPhone that I took from my drive from LA to Vegas; I went with the “Hunter S. Thompson” vibe, with the orange classes and a fun hat. I didn’t see any bats, luckily.
Good times were had, with the one exception being the small fortune that I left at the Craps tables. “Seven aaaaaout”. Pfaaaah. I’ll be back to get my money, Vegas, just you wait!
Vegas, Baby!
liking the side burns, hat, glasses and your funky shirt from what you can see of it.