Warning: The following entry may not be suitable for anything but creating children.
A transcription of our weekend in Vegas.
Night One: Arrive at Circus Circus, family casino. Conman and Hoffstar immediately have massive raging erections. Conman from posters of hot Las Vegas strippers. Hoffstar from children. And Clowns.
Get decked to the max, with some sweet ass suits and ties, and go over to SPSP 2010 Social Psychology poster session #1 (It was a conference for people with really good vision). Can’t get in without conference badges. Except we’re baller, so we do anyway (through the side door, those convention halls have notoriously shitty security). Wojo spends time examining posters and engaging in articulate discussions with presenters. Conor spends time seeking out hottest female presenters and hitting on them. Hoffstar spends time wondering why there weren’t more posters about vegetables. And telling Wojo to ask social psychology questions in an Arnold Schwarzenegger accent.
Come back to the hotel, invite all of Wojo’s classmates over to the room. Chastise the non-drinkers. Play Kings (Jersey rules) with everyone else. Spill pretzels. Walk to Blush nightclub at the Wynn Casino.
Blush line is ridiculous. We don’t give a shit about any of that, so they let us in anyhow. Clearly, we know how to party. Drinks are expensive – $7 beers, $17 vodka red bulls. Chicks are ok, but kinda stuck up. Doesn’t stop 520 from getting all the women in the room ridiculously wet. And hooking up with them under the stars on the outdoor patio.
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