Completely the wrong word for "cheers" but I don't care it's my favorite when copious amounts of alcohol is involved. Not any old alcohol, it had to be Admiral Nelson... That really cheap knock off of Captain Morgans. Tastes like a rubbing alcohol with a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon. SCRUMPTIOUS!
All of the days leading up to, and including, the EPICNESS of which one would call EDC Las Vegas was alcholically driven by Admiral Nelson. Peace signs all over the place and you could literally feel the PLUR! One word: MAGICAL!
I gathered myself at about 4 a.m. sucked down some water and took the photo you see, it was hot, dry, loud, and bright but that couldn't stop us. Dance, Dance the night away until you see the sun and forget the day. Electric dance zombies, popping and locking to 128 BPMs, bobbing and swaying to Bass and drops, energy that came from the one meal we ate a day. We were surrounded by the masses of Ravers alike, reckless fun with no abandon.
The trip to Las Vegas is a blur. I remember popping vitamins like Skittles, 12 hours of sleep over five days, the Grand Canyon, and being hit on by a drunk gay guy whom I mushed and a night that was 15 Jame-o shots and a brown paper bag away from being perfect! Couldn't say this any better but:
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... or does it?
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