So I had my first official blog post all picked out and was STOKED for it. My girls Dorothy Wang and Morgan Stewart threw a Spring Break party here in Vegas. They are the stars in one of my favorite shows Rich Kids Of Beverly Hills, which airs on E! I was going to write an amazing review of the party and maybe even speak with them, since Morgan is the reason I was inspired to finally start the adventure that is this blog. I called my friend Jayde, who promised she could get us in and the fun would start as soon as I was off work. Alas, I'm the kind of girl who never has my plans go right, my life could be a boring sitcom on TV Land. Our trip started off by going to whole foods to pick up the fixings for dinner compliments of her bf. We then went to his place and chilled by the pool, drinking chai with liqueur and taking selfies. After having an amazing burger and watching them hack apart a fish that I'm sure tasted delicious if I could stomach seafood. I was in high spirits as we picked out our outfits and headed to my place to get ready. But the second we entered my tiny apartment with no AC, Jayde was passed out on my couch bed (yes, I have a couch bed). I assumed she was still a little drunk and would be fine after a little nap, and proceeded to get ready. I soon realized this was not intoxication, it was from the heat and there's no way she was going to make it. Especially not to a club filled with warm bodies dancing. So while I didn't get to go to the party, my day actually went better than I thought. I have this tendency where if I make plans that are too good, I never believe it will happen until I'm there. So I at least half believed I would be stuck at work all day and come home to watch tv. I still got to lay by the pool, eat amazing food with good company which was worth it in my book. I was pretty bummed watching the Instagram pics and snaps of the night I missed, but I'll see you next time Morgan Stewart and Dorothy Wang. You know you can't stay away from Vegas!
First let me start off by saying a couple things. Yes I've cleaned my apartment it's one of the reasons I haven't had any writing material recently. Yes I plan on covering an actual event in my next piece, but not today! Now onto the topic at hand. I was out and about today and chugging my favorite green tea from my favorite water bottle to keep my spirits and caffeine intake high. I couldn't help being reminded of my most embarrassing moment in college at UNLV that happened just last semester, and involved this water bottle. I was on my way to my Asian Studies class which was my favorite but was also later at night on one of my busier days. I had also been freelance writing for a business man here in Vegas so I was really tired and decided to switch out my water for some diet Dr. Pepper AKA my weakness at the time. I usually had a small water bottle with a twist on lid I used for soda so my water bottle wouldn't develop a funky taste. The small size also helped me from getting more than I should. Well today I had forgotten it and decided what the hell, I'll just use my regular one this once, no biggie. As you can see this water bottle is not a twist cap, it's a pressure cap with a straw. So I got to class early like always, sat down, opened my bottle....and it ERUPTED!!! I don't mean it got on the table some or fizzed over. I mean it shot out in a beam that almost touched the ceiling and got everywhere. It was all over the table, the floor, and of all over me. Everyone watched what happened in silence as it happened. After sitting there for what seemed like forever just staring into nothing thinking "what have I done", I stood up and walked out. I really wish I could have heard any conversations that happened when I left because I'm sure there was some. I passed the professor who just gave me a weird look. Now don't think I'm the evil kind of person who would actually leave and not come back with a sticky classroom behind me. I went into the bathroom to wash myself off a bit and grabbed as many paper towels as I could and headed back. I walked into that classroom and cleaned up every bit of sticky soda that was there, washed off my water bottle, and sat down just in time to start class. I still drank what was left in my bottle, I just kept the lid off and never talked to anyone in that class. I did however have to give a presentation not too long after about Hmong culture and you would be stupid to think I didn't have that on my mind the whole time.
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