T mec sucks. Period. For Sewards birthday for some god awful reason his dad got him, or us i guess, a suite at Pechanga. Yea we didnt know why either, kinda a stupid choice. Ernesto and i set out on our journey at around 5 to meet up with Sewards, Megan (his wife), Frodo, and Elliott at Pechanga.
We roll up at around seven with a 18 pack and look for the hotel portion of the monstrosity. While we're waiting for Sewards to come get our bitch asses some security guy told us we better hurry up and get upstairs cause you're not allowed to have alcohol for some reason. Whatever. We get up to the floor and their's already 4 security guards standing in the hallway by our room. We stroll on past and are stopped and questioned about the alcohol again. I explain the elevator dude said it was cool and somehow it seemed like he had some clout and he let us go in the room. They must have had a pow wow or something cause 10 minutes later they had some douche escort us off the premisis with the 18 pack.
Since they were being incredibly lame i decided to bring a suitcase back just to see if they would fucking question if i had the alcohol inside. I filled it up with whatever crap i could find, and we rolled back. So of course the security guard was in disgust, and said "uhhh sir what do you have in the briefcase." I look at him like he must be crazy, open the briefcase, grab a cd and look at him and say "uhhh just this Tracy Chapman cd". Priceless
So we get back up to the room and continue our slow climb into drunkeness, and everyone departs for dinner except for Ernesto, Elliott and I. We didnt want any solid food slowing down our drinking. We get increasingly tanked, and go to this club in the place called "Silk". First off, people from Temecula suck. All the guys dress like they wish they were in Good Charollete, and walk around with a chip on their shoulder like the streets of Temecula are paved in gold or something.
This Silk place was cool i guess, if you like hearing remix's of Ludaris song's all fucking night. I mean, it was trying really hard to be a Vegas club, and was only succeding in drawing together the stupidest mother fucker's around. we drank their until we got shut down at 2, then made our way back to the room. Along the way somehow we began telling people we were a scouting team from the Travel Channel, and took lots of random pictures with random people
So we got back up to the room, got completly trashed and passed out. The highlights include:
- Deciding i was from Wisconsin was going to help me with the ladies, so i began telling everyone that's where i was from, but i was talking like i was Borat from Ali G. Somehow it let us see two chicks make out and some boobs though. Whatever.
- Some girl telling us she was in the entertainment industry but what she does is a secret. Elliott called her a lying bitch and she tried to get dude's to fight us. Elliott ended up making out with her.
- Some girl was taking a shit in the bathroom and i decided it would be funny to walk in with my dick out. It was funny
- Saying repeatedly all night "I am Queens Boulevard" "I'm a man, i invented the wheel", and "Pudding Pops!"
- Making drunk dials at 5:30 and using an analogy that my love for them was like a lollipop, and our love was the gummy center. If you are this person i called i apologize
- Some 5 foot tall chick telling me if i take another picture of her boyfriend getting escorted out of the casino, that me and her were going to have a problem
- Some guy trying to fight me, and calling me rainbow necklace, even though i swear i never even talked to him
- Getting naked multiple times for no apparent reason
- Whipping people with my belt
Obviously i don't really remember most of this. I thank Ernesto for staying sober and relaying all this information to me. Good times had by all. Check out the picks
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