Things That Make Me Broke.

Vegas. I love the Vegas. I adore the Vegas. I've gone almost every year with my parents and let me just say, going to Vegas without the parents is a completely different experience. I had probably one of the most fun-filled weekends of my life, at least what I can remember of it.

Day 1: Arrived at 2, settled into the hotel room at 4, drinking by 5. Bomb buffet at the PH, watched the Lakers clinch their Game 4 victory, walked around the strip in drunken revelry. Shots at PH, Bellagio and the huge Paris drink at Paris (note to self, 5 Paris towers for seven people is three too many). Walked home from McDonalds to Trump in record time. Epic.

Day 2: Chilled at the pool til 5. People were already drunk in the jacuzzi. Ate a slice of pizza, got dressed, went to Tryst at 9. Partied until 3:30 but only really remember about an hour of it. Good times.

I didnt' realize Vegas was one of the only places in America where you can walk around with alcoholic beverages outside, but it is and it makes Vegas 100% better than any other city in the world. Just sayin'.

Coilovers. I finally got them! Megans, yum yum. When I got them on they were at a pretty acceptable height but after driving on them for half a day, they just keep getting lower and lower! I'll have to adjust them upwards soon again. My car looks hot, though I'm scraping everywhere. And I've yet to encounter a particularly steep incline... fingers crossed!

Until next time, zai jian!

-Justin.