Drinking booze and smokin cigars with my dad, this is what I envisioned when I wanted to go to Vegas.
I just met WWE Diva Eva Marie and I was about to get a photo with her but then her husband brushed me off.
Fuck him, that was rude.
I’m quickly learning on this trip that my tolerance and taste in alcohol vastly differ.
I’ve had two bourbon based drinks. Today and when he sipped both, he acted like I gave him poison.
Time to update my digital library for the 7 hour flight.