Chemicals and Vegas.

On most of my trips to Vegas, I've taken along "enhancements".

Generally blow. One time molly and another time Oxycodone. But generally blow. I don't do a lot of drugs in life anymore...I had a decent weed habit going for a while but I never really got over the feeling of paranoia it causes (or the amplification of my natural paranoia it causes) and I got out of it. For me it's the kind of drug that you have to have your own house to do comfortably. Never gotten high in Vegas, wouldn't want to. It's not a social drug for me.

I had a decent little E/molly habit going for about a year when I was living in San Jose and coming up to the City every weekend. THAT is a fun drug, and tailor made for Vegas. I had a supplier that had really good, pure shit that just made you feel like dancing and fucking. That connection dried up after I moved and I only tried it again last year on the THEhotel trip in October. This was some very different shit...it didn't make me feel like dancing or fucking, it just gave me memory loss. That whole trip is really fuzzy on the details as I have big black holes on all of the three nights I took it. It had the usual effects of E, the way it fucks with your vision and such, but none of the usual positive vibes. So staying away from that, unless I somehow come across a different supplier.

The Percocet was a prescription I had for my bum knee, but it really wasn't a good idea to take along on the Xmas trip and I kinda knew that even before I did. Percs fuck with your sleep patterns and make it hard to sleep normally, which in Vegas...when you do hit the pillow your ass needs to be out quick b/c there's so little time for sleep to begin with. If you lay down for 4 hours you'd better damn well get it. On that trip I didn't, and that along with drinking too much coffee kinda fucked up the last day of it. No mas.

Then there's the blow. Blow is a weird drug for me. It doesn't really have much of an effect on me, not to the extent that it does other people. I hear people talking about going on coke benders where they don't sleep for 3 days and they're constantly wired and so on. It doesn't really work that way for me. It gives me a momentary rush and I definitely feel "up" while it's draining, but for me the effect is almost secondary to the ritual. Having your little secret Altoids tin with your baggie and key, sneaking off to the bathroom so you can do your little bump in private. It's the act of doing it I like more than the actual effect. You feel like a bad boy, like you've got a hidden little thing on your possession that would shock all of those around you if they knew (when in reality probably a third of the people around you in Vegas are carrying and the rest wouldn't care). Besides, what's more trashy-glamorous than doing a toot in the Bellagio restroom?

Alas I don't have an easy connection right now and frankly there's always the possibility of getting caught bringing the shit through TSA. I've taken some on planes 6 of the 8 times I've gone and have never been caught, but I suppose the odds eventually don't favor you. I never take enough that I'm going to go to fucking Attica if they catch me, but just being delayed and fucked with long enough to miss a flight would be incentive to take a miss on it. 

Which leaves us the grand daddy of all chemicals, alcohol. This particular chemical most definitely WILL be going on while I'm in town, and copiously. The usual tack of a night out in Vegas for me is shuffling from bar to bar with some shitty gambling and maybe a hamburger mixed in. All the other chemicals are just window dressing compared to the mighty "beer and a shot of Belvedere, chilled". This one is legal, available every-fucking-where in Vegas, and is the most conducive to loosening my tight ass up so I can actually have some fun while there (me, not my ass).

So nothing naughty chemically this trip, and forays to the bathrooms will be far less enjoyable, but all is well with the goddess liquor behind me as I undertake yet another Vegas adventure.

5 more days.