Ok. The computer is running pretty quickly today so I decided to update the blog. Vegas stories: Criss Angel walked right past me going into the concert. He is pretty much Josh's idol so I thought Josh would get a kick out of it. I turned to grab Josh to show him and by the time I found Josh and turned around, Criss was gone. I guess he pulled one of his disappearing tricks.
Some guy thought it would be cool to get onstage during Aerosmith's set. When security ran after him, he just jumped back in the crowd and figured that was it. When they came to him and told him he had to leave, he decided he didnt need to leave and got a little rowdy with a security guard. He got his ass beat down. Last time i saw him they were taking him out in handcuffs and his shirt was basically ripped clean off of him.
Some crazy girl in head to toe black latex wigged out right in front of us. She either overheated in the catwoman suit or had a little too much of her favorite drug. Either way she busted her ass, picked herself up, and busted her ass again.
There was the Napoleonic man who stood about five foot five inches tall who was berating his five foot ten girlfriend about some guy who hit on her. I heard him say "im going to go beat his ass". Careful what you wish for dude. I would bet your girlfriend could roll you up.
Motley Crue was pretty good. I found it particularly funny when Vince Neil busted his ass while doing "Girls, Girls, Girls". Fell right on his face. He was pissed. Overall, their set was more show and less go than what I had hoped for. They seem kind of fake, like a bunch of forty year old men acting like their former rock star selves....oh wait, they are. Nevermind then, that explains it all.
Aerosmith ripped the roof off the place. I was blown away by Stephen Tyler's energy. He's a grandfather and he blew that place up. Of course it doesnt hurt when you have smash hit after smash hit in your repertoire to sing. If you ever get the oppurtunity to go see them, take it, you will not be disappointed. Also, Joe Perry might possibly be the coolest man alive. He is so quintessential rock star that he just oozes cool. The way he walks, talks, and acts just screams "i am on Earth for no other reason than to play this guitar LOUD".
After the show we headed over to Studio 54 to have a few drinks. Overall, a neat place, although I had hoped for a little more substance. We were drinking free and didnt have to wait in the horrendously long line out front due to Michael, our casino host, hooking us up with the V.I.P. treatment. Brad decided we needed to go meet up with his housemate over at Jet in The Mirage. Well, we head over there about 2 A.M. and meet up with the rest of the group. At this point I decide I was going to text a few people. Well nothing like drunk mass texting to all those folks who I texted at 5 A.M. Texas time. Thanks to Chuck for still being up and just drunk texting me right back.
After leaving the bar about 4 A.M. I decide it's time to gamble. Nothing like a little alcohol to encourage me to raise the stakes a little. I sit down at the hundred dollar table and buy in for a G. Within three minutes, Im up a thousand, so I come to my senses, jump up, put Brad in a cab back to his hotel (he was much drunker than me), and go to bed. Overall, a quick but fun Vegas trip.
The Crue Doing "Home Sweet Home"
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