Our first room at the MGM hotel - obviously not big enough. We upgraded fairly cheaply to another room, but since I can't find the rest of my pictures, you'll have to enjoy the suspense and excitement of the unknown.
We hit up a piano bar in the New York New York hotel across the street and were pushed through a strange line to watch these guys play cheesy happy hour bar tunes on pianos and sucker tourists into tipping them. We were tourists that were suckered into tipping them.
Did I mention how they are such STUDS???
Speaking of studs, you can see how there were none at the Cyote Ugly bar. We left pretty fast... surprisingly, white trash girls gyrating poorly on a platform is not our thing.
Not that you would know by this amazing picture I took of the ceiling, but we went to Babies one night in the Hard Rock Hotel. Not that Liz would know this... because she was somewhere else...
Yara met her love, a 33 year old Idaho transplant. Hottie!! But personally, I think she's too boobylicious for him
These were girls sitting next to us at the 24 hour restaurant. Check out the girl in the middle passed out... my god it was only 5 am, loser!! The security guard was not amused.
"Can you believe her? She puked on my new Prada shoes!!" John chats up her friend, equally drunk, and completely flabbergasted as to why her friend was escorted out of the diner.
Continuing my theme of culture on this webpage, I leave you with the mighty Caesar, and my interpretation of him. I mentioned that my major is performance art, minor in the classics?