(or, this story is long because Norah gets jealous)

For my 21st birthday I went to Las Vegas and, with my friends, did a bunch of LSD. (this same batch of "acid" as we call it in L.A., ended up getting me choked and punched while atop a mountain by the beach a mere four months later. but that's another story, for another day, and unfortunately, and to my everlasting regret, i've no pictures from That Day)we stumbled around the streets, becoming fixated on various paintings, neon lights, people. my friend Jon humped a slot machine. Amanda declined my offer of free LSD, and instead smoked copious amounts of marijuana. Three of us stayed in the room seen here, Jon, Amanda and I. She and I had broken up two years previous, and I'd spent the time in-between getting her to talk to me again. The break-up, while not overly awful, was abrupt enough to result in an extended silence on her part. How'd I get her to talk to me? I think it was repeatedly giving her free pot and mushrooms. Or my winning personality. One of the two.

And so here we all were, in Las Vegas, but Amanda wasn't 21 yet, so we'd go into the casinos, I'd get drunk on free vodka, and once I started winning a bit, they'd ask for ID, at which point I made a show of getting my wallet out while Amanda made herself scarse. And that was just day One.

This shot was day Two, saturday, when more of my friends had arrived to celebrate. This was at the end of the night, all of us exhausted, Vegas can do that to a youngin', and though Amanda's a natural blonde, I sure did like the way the light hit her copper locks.

Jen, in the background? I think she was drunk, but don't quote me on that.

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