Last night was an eventful one. An Irish bloke who works at the hostel where Jorma is staying was putting some sort of outing together; $35 for the limo, entrance to the MGM club and entrance to a strip club, ahem. We were both a bit unsure about it but decided to go with it.
Ridiculous measures of vodka were going round in the limo and it was hard to say no, I got stupidly drunk. I don’t actually remember much but I missed my flight to San Diego this morning (invariable really) lost my belt and had to cancel 2 credit cards which I thought I had lost. I probably spent the best part of a ton sorting stuff out on the phone ‘n all. All a bit depressing really.
So I checked into the hostel and will be getting the Greyhound bus in the morning, 8 hours on the mudda. A sound lad named Simon from Northern Ireland is making the trip with me though so it shouldn’t be too bad. He was on the tour thing last night with me and today we have just dicked about on the main strip, has been a laugh. He has 4 towels with him, what a ‘tard eh.
Just taking it easy with a couple of beers at the hostel now. Just a couple though, I’ve learnt my lesson, for a while anyway.