During my "walk of shame" in Reno, I text messaged my friend Kay in an apparent attempt to find Nikki:

Hey nikkik i'm
drunk. Cakk me i;m
drunk. Drunk

My parents have never been prouder.

I don't know if my hangover or concussion is what's kept me nauseous and with a headache since Vegas.

Your friend, Goo... Goose... he drink too much. - Someone I called (older Greek gentleman) and harrassed inadvertently over the phone during my walk of shame Thursday morning in Vegas.

With the popularity of dodge-ball making a comeback, I've resurrected a post from October 6, 2003. Check it out, yo:

Dodge-Ball Post 10-6-2003

^ This is an Audioblog that I did on the 18th; it just appeared now. Weird.

Fear and Bloating in Las Vegas.

Apparently, I left a voice mail on my friend Nikki's cell phone. We didn't realize it until last night. I don't remember leaving the message, which makes it that much more creepy to hear.

Phone Call to Nikki at 6:10am June 24, 2004.

Love ya & welcome home drunk boy! - Robin

You're starting to sound like a real loser. - Cheryl (ex girlfriend 1999-2003)

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except for VD and weight gain. I went out with a bang last night. I didn't bang anyone, but my friend Nikki and I hung out with some locals and I got stupid, stupid drunk and I ended up in an apartment or a hotel room where i passed out on a bed. The next thing I remember is walking out the door, the door shutting behind me; it's sunny out, and I don't know where the fuck I am. I could see the MGM and the Luxor to my right, which was very far away. I started walking. It was 6:30am, and I don't recall ever being as drunk as I was at that moment. I fell over twice while on the phone. Oh yeah, I made phone calls at 6:30am. "Gooch," you ask, "did you call your friends to let them know you were okay... or did you call a cab?"

No, I called my ex-girlfriend and cried like a school girl about how scared I was and how I should have been better to her.

"Gooch," you exclaim, "You're a fag!"

I think I started hitchhiking, and finally got a cab. I was still drunk when my plane landed in Portland at 3pm. I threw up at 4:30pm. My head hurts from hitting it during one of my falls. I wish my concussion and my hangover would have stayed in Vegas. Since they happened there and all. I'm sure the story of my adventures this morning is chock full of more details than I know, or recollect. I have a bunch of phone numbers in my phone that I don't remember getting. I have a disposable camera that I'm afraid to get developed. Those should be interesting. I think I racked up $100 in bar expenses. Okay... now I'm just rambling. I'm outta here.