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| - So me and my buddy got to Vegas that fateful Tuesday around noon. We immediately went to Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville and loaded up on several Patron margaritas. Afterwards, we went to Imperial Palace where I played blackjack and in a drunken stupor, my buddy sprayed these two old ladies with his Corona while trying to lime it. Needless to say, we were two steps from blackout very early in the game.
After much preparation, and basically in that state when you've drank a lot and you're trying to get as drunk, if not drunker, as you were before but you're just too full from all the food and drinks you've eaten and drank. Is that even a sentence? Anyway, we're at Studio and several drinks just haven't gotten us even close to buzzed. Both of us actually feel pretty sick because of being so full. What's going to fix the problem. Hmm. I know. A shot of Patron.
One shot of Patron later, I was on my way to the bathroom, trying to hold off my need to puke. My buddy had his arms over his head, his eyes closed, and his breathing slowed down. What a terrible idea.
From what I remember from that night, Studio 54 definitely has a cool vibe to it. It was the PURE and Tao of Vegas before PURE and Tao were there. Drink prices were reasonable, and they had Go Go dancers come down from the ceiling.
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