YEAHHH....OKAAAYYY!

Vegas was the bizomb. Probobly one of the best veags trips ever since everyone was down for everything and anything. Highlights include :

1. Cheese enchiladas, fried zucchinis and a baked potatoe : That was the meal on the way to vegas in the West Co carl's. Sounds like a sick ass meal, but when you're starving and you're being a little angry baby, its gourmet foo.Car ride to vegas was hilarious cause Tomas ( aka. Little John) was sooo angry. Angry kid that Tommy.Getting to vegas at 2 am and getting greeted by the homies at our favorited mojito place ( Zuri in MGM ) was the best welcome. Falling asleep while eating breakfast and waking up with a shit load of grape jam in your lap and keno papers in your hand while your homies watch you wake up horrified cause they put all that shit on you is not a great welcome.

2. " I'll never look at ice the same way again " - cecile marie :
Bellagio buffet is really the buffet for all the playas and playettes. None of this circus circus buffet shit, i'm talking about fine dining cuh. We all woke up around 2 p.m. and got our buffet on at Bellagio. Man, all i can say is two words : KOBE BEEF. everything in that joint is just high quality. Even the ice in our drinks were dope. Cile will never be impressed with any other ice than Bellagio Ice. Even stecy was like " man screw this Atkins diet shit, i'm gonna eat!" You go girl. I love going to eat with the homies cause the first 20 minutes is pure silence. Just the clinging and clanging of utensils. But after everyone's gotten something in their tummy its ruckus once again.

3. I am like a cockroach that won't die :
We went to gamble a little bit at Excalibur and i played my favorite game of roulette. With only 20 bucks, i was at my table for like 2 hours. Everytime i was down, thinking i was dead with no more money left, something would hit. I eventually cashed out with $35 bucks. Not too shabby.

4. Partying like Rock Stars :
I've never felt so Beyonce and Jay-z until Saturday night at V-Bar at the Venetian. To make a long story short, we were kinda forced into getting table service for $250 bucks just to party at V-Bar. At first we thought " the MAN" was trying to hustle the little brown kids into paying $250 for table, but in the end it was all worth it. So for all of you who don't know what TABLE SERVICE is, you better ask somebody. Just kidding here is what our table service consisted of for $250 :
1. 1 bottle of stoli
2. all the juices we wanted to be as mixers in cool looking vase type containers
3. glasses and ice
4. limes
5. personal service from our waitress Christina that looked like the black girl from Rugrats but the HOT TO TROT version
6. a behind the velvet rope reserved VIP booth cause we are P.I.M.P's

so just when we thought we were done with our one bottle, cile and babyboo decided to be so generous as to keep the party going with another 250 dollar bottle of Vodka, this time Kettle One. AH YEAH. Everyone was just the right amount of faded but no yacking and no one acting the fool. Thanks kids.

The crowd was very random : high class escorts and their old men clients to our left, metro sexual dudes wearing their shirts open to our right, and very trendy mostly white 25-35 year olds. And of course the VIP for the night, Mr. Eddy Griffin himself who was there with his posse and his 60 year old homie that he tried pimping iya to. HAHAHAHA.

THe music was dope. Hip -HOp and 80's. Not just any dj. Tomas's friend from Cerritos that played all the jams. Lots of Jay-z and Lots of Little Jon just for tommy.hahahah. The dope ass music selection was topped off with Bobby Brown "every little step" and just when we thought it couldn't get better we hear a familiar slow melody and the first line...

" All summer long we've been together, and it never felt so good "

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NO he didn't. He played every Pilipino kid's favorite slow jam, the Kissing game from Hi-5. Babyboo and I could not help but get on top of the table and sing along with all the homies. Everyone else in the club wished they could party the way we were but they were lame. One white lady tried to front like she knew the words and was singing along. BITCH! Don't try to get up in the Kool Aid if you don't know the flavor. But it truly was a dope end to a dope night.