so i meant to say, as the song, summer of 69 was being jammed out by the band at losers, i told moss, i imagined ron being bludgeoned to death by that/or those..trick rollers. i got bored and walked back to the room (ron showed up with that girl at losers bar i guess. moss later told me..i dont know who she was nor do i care. moss was the one who instilled that paranoia in me tho)..thats when i thought something was amiss. 

we went to the pool on saturday...it was a topless pool. no big deal tho. ron was going to take me to the aerosmith concert, and sarahs cousin..who we just called, 'cousin'...but that didnt happen. while at the pool, someone else told moss about some party...but it was for another convention that was occurring that weekend...for something totally different..but there was free food i suppose...?

so we got back and the aerosmith concert fell through, even tho ron was still hoping to get us tickets. at that point, nothing really mattered. moss always gets a bunch of airplane liquors...but weird stuff...like some blue shit..and a weird fireball and fireball and rum..not enough vodkas. im not really into mixed drinks. too much sugar from sodas and juices. and who wants to just do shots?!? we also met some of the guys who were going to help us get into a party? i was so confused. eventually,, somehow we walked down to go to losers (since we had nothing else going on..??)...cousin confided that she didnt really want to go to that bar and she didnt want to be around people and what not. we ended up walking around the casino and doing some of the fireball shots..then we got a drink (free) at the bar because we were playing tableside poker..well the kind at the bar. we put lipstick on and put lip prints on the napkin to leave with a tip (my idea...just being dumb and a bit drunk)..

we ended up back at losers bar and saw sarah but she was really upset. thats when that weird shit happened. i really dont feel like writing about it tho. plus this music is so loud outside. i hope they shut if off or someone calls the cops. i want to move. why do people have to put music up so loud? its not always like this..when i used to have people over and we would sit outside and drink and hang out, the music would not be bassing it.

when i first got to that bar, some guy deliberatly was pointing his finger so that it hit my head. i said, "you just pointed your finger at my head"...he kept doing it tho, and hitting my head. it was on purpose. so i said, 'you keep doing it' he came at me like he was expecting me to start screaming or whatever. my heart was really beating fast and i felt really weird and gross, but i decided to be like, "oh its ok! Hey! whats your name" all over-friendly. he told me a name and i patted his back and was like, "have a good night! good to meet you"

its that weird, possessed energy that i dont like. so then cousin and i were hanging out, there was a roped off area..and this beefy guy, a beefier version of a country singer, later i found out was scotty mccreedy..?(a lookalike) in my head i felt they were lookalikes to get out attention. he was acting all nice to us and insisted on picking us up over the rope to that roped off section..(idk)..i was like , um..ok. whats over there? is that like, where old dominion is?? (they were at the bar the previous night..but we were at the david spade show. sarah got to see them tho)


so he lifted us over, but then he stopped talking to us..and i saw this other guy that looked like a roided up version of that chef with the red hair...bobby flay. the other guy who lifted us over was wearing some gas attendant shirt and his name was 'poopy'. so weird. the bobby flay looking guy had a dinosaur stare...i was like' that was really...weird" and he just stared at us with an al roker platypus like expression.

i saw cousin talking to the guy who was standing by the ropes, who was wearing a boy scout like shirt and had on really hard gelled hair. later she said, "this is really weird, lets get out of here'.

she told me that was a gay section. but still...i never have issues with gay guys, and she said the same..but that whole vibe was just..sinister and gross.

anyways..its really loud and i dont feel like typing anymore. its still light out. im sick of working saturdays. 

so yes i appreciate country music, just not really the whole ACM/vegas aspect to it tho.

there really isnt much else to write about..shrug. its over.