I know, I know, what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas. However, some things are just too good to keep in such a naughty place, though believe me when I say some memories from this past weekend did in fact stay in Vegas.
DAY 1: landed in Vegas at 9:30ish, got picked up by David, Jay and Toez, savored a fancy breakfast, walked around, got to Vegoose at 1:00PM, hung out with some pretty rad musicians and groupies, gave Flava Flav five, got my world rocked by Daft Punk, left Vegoose, *** * ** ***, then stopped by **** where two *** ***** gave Jay and Toez ***, back at the spot by 4:00AM and power napped.
DAY 2: Ran in the desert, ate a fancy lunch, got to Vegoose for another day of chaos, played soccer with Michael Franti and Spearhead, rioted with Muse, meandered my way to a couple hundred feet from Rage Against the Machine’s stage, waited, witnessed one of the greatest rock shows on earth…no big deal.
Finally, the weekend ended with a few more *s and I was in bed by 2:00AM to rest up before my 6:00AM flight and back in the office soon after.
In pictures:
