they say its not the events that happen, but how you react to them

that matters in life

that phrase goes over and over in my head as i think about my neighbor who just WILL NOT STOP blasting Lady Gaga

he’s playing along on his guitar like hes gonna go on tour with them and i keep thinking am i being tested?

on one hand im pretty much a Libertarian in life. i want people to do whatever they want to do.

for most of my life i have been viewed as the rebel, the pot stirrer, the instigator

the last thing id ever wanna do is tell someone to turn it the eff down.

plus i have an issue with growing older. it sucks. and arent you officially an old man when you call the cops on someone

over the bad music on their stereo?

all i wanna do is take a little cat nap. vegas was intense. i drove us home. work was rough, now i wanna sleep.

but this paparazzi keeps blasting.

there was a time when i could call up a sweet little angel and say baby i need to come over

and thered be invitations for a home cooked meal or something and id say no seriously i just need a nap

and a man could get a nap. but the events have happened in such a way i cant get no damn nap.

so i wonder, am i being tested to see how i will react? and how do you pass such a test?

is the correct answer to take control of your life and make the world a brighter place?

or is the correct answer to just say a little prayer to the Good Lord and trust Him?

i guess i’ll never know since the music miraculously just stopped.

my status says vegas was awesome

in calico

and it was.

as i wrote previously karisa twisted my arm and made me join her and her bff to vegas to party with her family and friends.

the only plans i previously had was to see Prince with ali, but she didnt seem that into it so i gave my tickets to my bro Chris and his wife and before i knew it was on the road to sin city.

we were all under the assumption that someone had booked a room at the Luxor but when we got there there was no reservation and we adjourned to the hotel bar for mimosas to regroup.

in las vegasid like to say that this was the last mistake that was made on the trip, but when you have three people who are workaholics it takes a while to allow ourselves to put work aside and just focus on personal time.

it was a little easier for me because i accidentally left my cell phone in my car in LA – something that i learned i should think about doing on more weekends.  it was more liberating than i expected.

got a decent lead on a good deal at the Hard Rock, checked in, nibbled on some Pink Tacos, and the weekend had begun. karisas family are awesome people, their friends are just as solid. somehow they got upgraded at the Cosmo to two unreal corner suites so we celebrated with them for awhile and then made it back to the Hard Rock for gambling and dancing.

as an MTV freak, i was very happy to be partying in the same hotel that the current Real World was shot and i even recognized one of the security guys who had kicked out one of the real worlders who had gotten a little out of hand.

the next morning we woke up and immediately hit the pool. karisa et al booked a cabana which was a great idea because that pool was packed cuz the weather was perfect and errryone knows that the hard rock’s pool is the best in vegas. awesome people, great vibe, terrific music.  one thing i hadnt expected was first class service by not just our waitress but our security dude too.

after half a day of baking in the sun we passed out in the room in preparation for dinner.  that dinner didnt happen for karisa cuz she slept right through it. i woke her up, laughed as she got dressed in a rush at 10pm and hauled ass to the Palms.

i was in a far more mellow mood than dancing and eating,  and with the girls out of the room i drew a nice bath,  and broke open xTx’s book “normally special” which i had lost and then found.

my hour bath turned into three. it was just so comfortable in there and the book was so damn good. it reminded me of what Bukowski used to do: just sit in the tub reading writing and drinking. i wasnt drinking though. just chilling out. sorta exactly what i wanted to do in LA but there i was in the eye of the tornado: downstairs Santana was rocking out, outside the typical sin city mayhem was going down, and upstairs in room 569 your buddy was enjoying every word from the multiple Anna Award winning blogger.

karisa stumbled into the room. knocked on the bathroom door. was surprised i was in there. mumbled somethign about yoga pants. and was passed out with a huge smile on her face before i could quiz her about her night.

in the morning we ate in mcdonalds’ drive through, went to a ghost town (pictured), saw a terrible accident, and eventually got home in time for dinner.

i am extremely lucky to have a friend like karisa. duh. and this trip solidified all of that even more.

which is why i will respectfully end the tale there and refrain from showing the best photos of all times.