So where do I start?

The person who invited me was my brother’s fiance, Huong, for her bachelorette party. There was going to be a total of 10-11 girls that were going to Vegas with us, and I didn’t know any of them. Terrifying.

Since my last encounter with a group of females wasn’t the exactly the best time I had, I was a little hesitant on going, but it was for Huong and I had a 101 Things to tackle, one of which happens to be going to Vegas (I’m still determined to complete 101 things).

The girls, surprisingly, were nice and I got along with them very well…except for one (of course there’s one). I mean, we CAN get along, but she was very rude to me. I even have a photo taken in Vegas that actually proves her distaste for me. But to avoid any potential stupid girly drama, I’ll go more into detail after the wedding (this Saturday).

For now, I want everybody to have fun when my brother and his fiance tie the knot.

So for the first night in Vegas, we wanted to check out Thunder Down From Under. The tickets were sold out, but we found something else, something more patriotic…

American Storm. I know, very intimidating.

The show was hilarious. I was thoroughly entertained with their choreography–it was something you would see out of a cheesy 1998 boyband music video. Their movements were very stiff and robotic. Very bad dancers they are, but who cares right? They’re American Storm.

After that, we went to Club Tao and I got really fucked up…for the first time. So fucked up that I had no recollections of that night. According to the girls, I was very hyper and in total party mode. I talked a lot. I held up the rock/horns sign a lot and yelled, “I love rock n’ roll!!!!” and “I love Metallica!!!” I danced with a lot of guys, but half of the times, I’d push kept pushing them away so I can dance with myself. I sent drunken text messages to the guy I’m seeing and professed my love for him. And apparently I got kicked out of the club for being so ridiculously drunk.

I guess that’s how you’re suppose to do it in Vegas, but I certainly wouldn’t want to do that again ha, I REALLY don’t.

The next day, I was really out of it. I slept for the whole day to regenerate for the bachelorette party, but I was still tired and I felt sick. The photos that were taken on the second day (the one where we’re all wearing pink) actually looked like I was having fun. I was pretending to have fun because I didn’t want to ruin the night for the girls. But truthfully, I wanted to go home and sleep.

(for more Vegas photos click here)

So did I have fun in Vegas? No not really. It was OK. I could’ve probably had more of a blast if I never took so many shots of patron, and it could’ve been better if one of the girls wasn’t such being a dick to me.

Speaking of dicks, the only thing I really enjoyed about Vegas was molding playdough into a dick as part of the bridal shower game. But I guess none of the girls shared my kind of sense of humor, because they didn’t like my penis with the hairy testicles. They were really grossed out by it. Oh well, you asked to create the most realistic looking man package, and that’s what I delivered. *shrugs*