Live the same

Right now, it seems to me that saying "Everything's on me!" to four tipsy people was a pretty reckless move, hahaha. The girls we worked with immediately ordered an $800 bottle of wine. I clearly remember it was very dry, and I didn’t like it. Honestly, everything after that is a blur—there was the restaurant, then we wandered around the hotel... Good thing we didn’t make it to the ocean or even the pools—at least we had that much common sense.

I also remember ordering a bottle of some expensive whiskey and taking it with me, but apparently I lost it somewhere during those drunken adventures… although most likely, I just forgot it at the restaurant. I don’t think I’ve ever drunk that much in my life.

I’ve got some strange photos on my phone too. It seems I had time to admire some of the exhibits at the Hard Rock Hotel, like Elton John’s piano, clothing from other famous musicians… but I have no idea what I was really doing the whole time. I also don’t remember how I got home—not to my room, but actually home…

I still don't understand how I got home - I didn't have any money with me. Johnny took me back to the hotel, because scooters are prohibited on the hotel grounds. And it was about 15 km from the Hard Rock Hotel to my house. The main thing is, I don't understand why I went home at all - I could have stayed at the hotel for another day, but for some reason I took my heavy backpack with gear and, drunk without money, at night, somehow (nobody knows how, not just me) got home... I'm an idiot, ha-ha-ha))) Luckily, all the gear was intact, and I myself was fine - I didn't even have a hangover. That's how this beauty contest among prostitutes ended for me))) A week later I got paid for the work, and no one asked for photos, so I didn't even process them - I just converted them to JPEG and dumped them on my hard drive, where they lay untouched until I started writing this story. But overall it was fun.