In my life I have done some pretty generous and honorable deeds. When I was in middle school I worked two times a week, almost every week, serving food for those less fortunate than myself. In high school I volunteered annually with the Special Olympics, helping those amazing athletes with their track and field. And to every girlfriend I have ever had, I have been the utmost gentleman in every way possible, and I take great pride in that fact. But, this all changed on my 21st birthday, thanks to Sin City. My girlfriend and I had been together for just over a year and we definitely were very attached to one another. This girl made me smile at every possible moment and I loved it. So, to my heartfelt gratitude, she saved up a few weeks of her tips and booked a great room at the MGM Grand for my 21st birthday for me and the boys. The girls and herself got a separate room only a few floors below... still close enough where they could keep an eye on us. Well we drove two cars out separately from Long Beach but made it there Friday afternoon without a hitch. As expected on a 21st in Vegas, we had a filthy good time all weekend. Successfully made it until Monday with no serious injuries... or lost teeth for that matter. Well Monday was Labor Day and the girls all wanted to head back because the semester started the day afterward, so they took off in the evening along with two of my buddies packed in the backseat, leaving my friend Casey and I alone. We told our girlfriends how we just wanted to relax on our last night here, and last night before school, and we'd take it easy and leave early the following day. Well, things didn't really turn out that way. After the minor inconvenience of picking up my girlfriend's wallet at the front desk because she had forget it in her room's dresser, Casey and I hit the town. Drink after drink led to bad idea after bad idea, which eventually escalated to us joking about calling an escort. I mean shit, they hand you so many cards on the strip, eventually you kinda want to call one. So we called two girls up to our room. As we waited, we were sweating bullets about what was about to happen, so we decided to continue with the shots. Well soon enough the Jager got to my buddy and he was out cold, so all of a sudden there's a knock on the door and I do what any right minded person would do in the situation... I let them in. At this point you can pretty much figure out the bad decisions that followed after their entrance, and you'd pretty much need to because it's all pretty blurry for me. So we woke up, decided to hold on to our little secret (well, mainly mine), and drive back home for our first day of classes, half of which we'd missed already. Well as they say, no bad deed goes unpunished, and they were right. Remember how I got that wallet from the front desk? Well, apparently the lovely ladies of my late night rendezvous decided to use the credit card in my girlfriend's wallet as their preferred form of payment. But, thing is, my girlfriend didn't have her own credit card... she had a credit card given to her from her father... for emergencies only. Needless to say, we don't speak anymore.
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