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A couple of months ago my best friend Birdy and I came up with this idea that every 2 weeks(usually our pay days) we would each contribute 25 dollars and buy an 8th of marijuana and smoke out every person we encountered that smoked weed. The idea wasn't just to get high and be low life pot heads like most people label us, but to meet new people, socialize with different groups of kids that we would never have under different circumstances. And so began dt50me . It has quickly turned into more than an excuse to get high, but a social event amongst our friends, trading music interests, life storys, random adventures, and an excuse to just be kids in this tough world. Sit back burn one up and enjoy the music and art we have posted. If you have any ideas for music or want your music or art posted just send us an email to dt50me@gmail.com

Saturday, November 19, 2011

DT50ME Goes to...Part II

So we arrive in Vegas, at the Luxor. The stage is set, well not LITERALLY, but for the purpose of this story it is. So we walk into the Luxor, LIKE FUCKING BOSSES, find our way to the nearest bar, and I hope to drink. I didn't. So we left and started to head out to New York New York. Keep in mind that we are walking everyone. "fuck drinking and driving, I'd rather get high and fly" -Big Sean. ANYWAYS. We walk to New York New York and I abruptly take a shot of Bombay Sapphire when we get there. Honestly, I don't know why I drink it other than the fact that it's like 100 proof and fucks you up right quick. So we walk around the Strip, me with drink in hand, the King, swag on swell. While walking like bosses, I, like a fucking idiot, drop my drink. I know, kick my ass I deserve it. So, me now drinkless, continue walking. We go to a couple more casinos but nothing really noteworthy happens. Well, everything we do is noteworthy, but if you have ever really kicked it with us, you pretty much know what we did. We make our final stop before the show at some random casino. There we find the greatest fucking deal probably of all time. 48 ounces of Coors Light or Miller Light, I know it's nasty but here's the best part, FOR SEVEN FUCKING DOLLARS. And it came with in a nifty little bucket, not a pitcher, A FUCKING BUCKET. Bucket in hand, we set out back to find the House of Blues, all while I somehow drink from the bucket. The one thing you have to know if you have never been to Vegas, is that they hand out free porn. It's kinda weird at first but you get used to it. Walking down the Vegas Strip at dusk is honestly something I will probably never forget, it's just beautiful, well to me it is. So we find our way back to the Luxor and continue our search for the elusive House of Blues. I look on Google Maps, which has now saved my ass too many times to count, and it says the House of Blues is in Mandalay Bay, which is opulent as fuck if you have never been there. We enter, and see it, finally, the House of Blues...

til Next time,
Stay High, Stay Fly
Birdy
Posted by Birdy at 8:57 PM

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