Carpe Noctem! viva Las Vegas

Vegas.

So it seems like every other post is about me going to Vegas. I swear I don't go that often. But when I do, I prefer Dos Equis capture as much as I can. This time though was for Desiree's cousin Beverly's birthday. Started the weekend right, it was the first couple of weeks into the opening of Cosmopolitan, and Beverly was able to get all of us on the guest list for Marquee. The club was nuts. In total, I made my way through about 200 square feet of the place, but I had fun, and apparently the place is huge. I'm definitely going to hit this place up again next time.

He prefers to stay anonymous for this picture. But this was five minutes into the club.

...and Desiree's getting a little too cozy with another camera guy!!

The girl behind me is checking out my butt.

So long story short, if you bring a DSLR camera to a club, girls will want you to take their picture. That is the nicest way of saying girls are whores.

Ghost Adventures anyone?

but eventually the sun does come up, but as it begins to go back down, everyone wakes up and eats. I've said it before, but the Buffet and Wynn is the only place to be for brunch/lunch/dinner (all at the same time) The only problem is when you have dinner reservations set three hours after leaving the buffet. We handled it though, and La Cave was a very good tapas grill.

Thank you again for the invite, and the amazing weekend. Like always, I can't wait to do it again. Also a special thanks to Desiree's other cousin Jem, for giving us the most amazing room at Signature at MGM. Top floor, all the amenities, chocolate, water- thank you!

Lastly, it was decided at the club on that Friday, that we will make business cards, charge the whores girls money for my pictures. Otherwise I send everyone to Chubbyboob.com

Favorite Things: Part 1

SF. Period.

I came up with the idea to update my blog with a few of my favorite things. This will force me to update in between posts of events or outings I may have, as well as let some of you in on what I like. So just be ready for a few updates like these every now and again.

I decided to begin with San Francisco. (Full blog to hopefully follow soon).

I just so happened to be lucky enough to get a weekend off from work the exact time Desiree was able to go up north to visit family in Sacramento. Though Sacramento was very fun, and the purpose of the trip, We decided to try and make a day trip to SF.

I already love begin on vacation. Going out and seeing new things, I love every moment. San Francisco was a brand new experience. We were the biggest tourists you could imagine, without being from another country. Six hours was all it took for me to get hooked on the city. In my head, I knew we wouldn't be able to do a lot, but I had no idea how much more I wanted to do. I loved just being there, in a city that felt full of life. We left needing more. The drive back to Sacramento was somewhat somber, in that we both knew we didn't want to leave.

We'll be back again though. Planned and ready to do anything and everything. This leads me to my next favorite thing.

Traveling. Vacations. Being anywhere else but the familiar.

I love capturing moments that I may forget. I enjoy looking back and recalling memories that I would otherwise leave behind. But there is something about being on vacation that fills me with energy and emotion that enables me to be ready and willing to do just about anything. With a camera or not, I find myself thinking back and wishing I was on vacation again.

Mike V's Birthday

We Stick to our Roots

Mike V celebrated his 23rd birthday, and what better way to party than to bring it back to his childhood.

(there's only one person I'd only button the top button on my flannel for, and that's Mike V)

Theme was set, drinks were ready, shanks were sharp, so we were ready to party.

This is how hood I get.

Party was kick back, played a few games, shared a few laughs, but enough talking because everyone just wants to see their pictures anyways.

and just so you know, this is Alyssa. She just made the blog

almost there...

I'm not a huge fan of lines.

These thugs steal hearts, not cars.

beer is done...

The last few summed up the end of the night.

Drunk.

(but not me! because just like gangsters don't dance, I stay straight hood)

Happy Birthday Mike. I personally had a good time. The shots captured some good times. As much as everyone thinks you're a straight up THUG, I know you're only kind of a thug. So cheers to you.

oh..but a side note, I went home and watched the Biebs episode of Glee, and with all the flannel at the party, we could have been in the anthem finale.

We just had a Glee party. BAM!