Back To The Trap House

As I mentioned in a previous blog post Vegas was the first time I did E! I also mentioned it was probably one of the best nights of my life! So why not do it all over again?

The perfect environment being Bisco Inferno at Red Rocks. If you've never been to a concert at red rocks you're mos definitely missing out. Its built into the side of a fuckin mountain with an amazing view of the city surrounded by nature.

It started at 4PM on a Saturday and would show case the talents of I think 4 DJ's The Disco Biscuits, Booka Shay and I'm not really sure who else but I didn't really care. I was there to have fun and that is what I would do!

We decided the safe thing to do would be to take a limo to the event since we'd all be FUBAR by the time the thing started. So we packed the limo with 3 cases of beer, Bottles of whiskey and enough drugs to kill a baby elephant and we were OFF!

The atmosphere was unreal once everything started to kick in and the crowd was awesome. I went up to front row center only to be surrounded by a handful of beautiful girls dressed up in weird shit. Everyone was cool as fuck, having a good time and dancing their asses off. Once again I strongly suggest doing something like this, its a blast.

I was dancing with a gorgeous blond for most of the night whos pupils were the size of quarters. geez, I wonder if she was on something? What a sweet heart. The night felt like it ended faster than it really did, I was there for 8 hours just dancing and drinking it up but it felt like 2!

I guess I didn't really get enough of the atmosphere because the next morning I decided that mimosas and some Molly was the breakfast of fuckin champions. I ended up fucked up at the boulder creek festival, stumbling around, dancing to no music and acting a fool. My friends kept telling me there was no music but I didn't give a fuck!

Its weekends like this that make life worth living! In those hundreds of hours playing and studying poker its easy to forget why you do it. Its easy to become bitter playing like shit and losing. Its easy to fall into a depressive hole that you never think you can crawl out of.

Its days and weekends like these that make you feel joy again. Just hanging out with good friends and fucking around, getting buck. Seeing how beautiful the world is and what it has to offer.