InsaneJournal

Current mood:

disappointed

Whoops.
Las Vegas gives me a headache.

!locked! -open to June-
I've made a fair share of bad decisions in my life. I get that it's my "thing" to be a fuck-up. But why the hell did anyone let me go to Vegas? Someone should have stopped me. Someone should have thought Jess + Sin City = The End of the World. I allotted myself $250 to gamble with because I'm actually trying to pull some of my shit together and not spend the rest of my life mooching off June. Guess how much money I'm coming back with? Not $250! I lost it all. Yep, all of it is gone. So, that was bad decision number one.

Bad decision number two was the amount of alcohol I drank during the duration of the trip. In fact, I can't recall drinking anything but alcohol. That is bad. Very bad. I really thought that I was doing a good job with self-control. But apparently not, because I also kissed Haley's fiancé ... the day before their wedding! He was down in the casino while Haley was off making sure her wedding gown fit. He won something at the blackjack table and we kissed. It was innocent. Except, then we went into the woman's bathroom and kissed some more until one of the casino staffers came in and kicked us out. I hate to think what might have happened if someone hadn't complained about us.

Next, having sex with a random guy and a not so random guy was not a good way to spend my Vegas time. I met someone around the bar in the casino the first night we checked it. Since Jason had gotten his own room and was no where to be found, I brought Random Guy up to my room and we had some fun. Then, after the wedding, Jason and I made nice in my room. Ugh. I feel the worst about the Not So Random Guy, just because I try not to fuck my guy friends. Things usually get messy afterwards, and I prefer to fuck people who don't know anything about me, and who will not have the opportunity to know anything about me. I really wanted to be friends with him, too. Oh, well.

I do not plan on going back to Vegas for a long, long time. It's not all that it’s made out to be. It's just a big piece of shit city that makes you do things you shouldn't. F Las Vegas in the B.