tragic Vegas adventure in four dimensions... part one

So my good friend Jake calls me up a couple of days ago explaining a strings of events that ended in two significant things:

1. He got fired prematurely from his job and,
2. He was going to Las Vegas for a short night and morning/afternoon of debauchery and gambling (and eventually found out he needed a wing-man, me).

In three words, "I was down." It tickled us later in the conversation when I figured out he had been inviting me for the entire span of a text conversation and then a five minute telephone exchange about the history behind the impromptu trip. Anyway after listening more and more to his plans, they seemed more and more involving a mysterious second person that begun sounding more and more like me. So I asked, "Is this an invitation?" He begun to laugh so hard then me in retort after I understand the words he he spitting between hearty laughter. Wow, he'd been inviting me all along. Funny, I suppose. Anyway, we make our plan to meet at the LBC, the lounge of my delights, around 7:30 that night, do some time there, then leave after the majority of traffic waned. Sound idea, I suspect. I would learn two important lessons by the end of this "should've been super-dope ordeal":

1.The more a plan changes from it's original sound context, the less sound, usually, will it become and,

2. Girls can either make a trip way better than just two bros (and super-straight bros, by the way) or a thousand times a thousand worse.

I arrive at my lounge earlier than the seven-thirty agreed upon time because I wanted to hang out for awhile before we peeked, then dipped our feet into the abyss; hell, I always keep enough wild on reserve to do, let us write, spectacular and wide-spread mayhem, damage to property, and very possibly self, others and very rarely animals- these rara-avis events of animal harm were necessary for either self-defense or sacrifices to the gods of the affirmative Wild of which he worshipped in whole for a span in his life. Please be aware that the wildest and most robust of these times occurred many years passsed, I am just able to resurrect some ghosts of long gone days for the right reasons. This invite to Vegas seemed just the right opportunity to stretch the old legs of the Wild laying dormant inside me. Yes, an adventure or the potential for one. By eleven-thirty that night we had included two girls, friends we met at the lounge, on the road trip. Now with a full car and plenty of potential energy, we set off on the three plus hour trip after twelve-thirty. I'm writing about twelve-thirty on a Wednesday morning. Slippage becomes more and more evident over the course of the next five hours. More on this later, lovlies...