Two weeks ago I headed to Las Vegas for my friend's 21st birthday. There's nothing quite as fun as partying in Sin City while also celebrating a person's rite of passage into adulthood. With a killer hotel discount rate and swimsuits in hand, my friend's and I made the trek to Las Vegas for the most epic trip of the year.

Photo essay after the jump!

I had to work pretty late on Friday, so I scheduled a plane flight and met my friends in Vegas who arrived by car earlier in the afternoon. My flight was scheduled to leave at 9 PM, but due to delays, ended up leaving an hour later. By the time I reached the McCaran Airport, it was 11 PM and my friend's were calling me off the hook asking, "Where the fuck are you?" "Man, I'm going to be there soon. I just need to hop in a cab." Well, catching a cab at the Las Vegas airport is a pretty much guaranteed hour wait, but I finally got one and told the driver to haul ass to the hotel.

Although my friends were waiting for me to arrive, they didn't hesitate to get wasted in the interim. By the time I got cleaned up and headed down to the casino, everyone was ready to stuff their drunk faces with more beer and pizza. Unfortunately for them, my sober ass was armed and ready to document drunk dining at its finest.

(Note: it gets good towards the end)

After pizza, everyone decided to migrate towards the strip and hit up the Planet Hollywood Hotel, which used to be the Aladdin. On the way, I came across this fine member of society.

Since it was already late and we didn't want to pay cover charges for the guys, the group opted to go to the Hawaiian Tropic Lounge where the booze were cheap and the beats were bumpin'

I think she was freaking to "Soulja Boy" here.
Watch me crank dat soulja boy/ Den super man dat hoe/ Now watch me yuuuah

Here, the quintessential pointing to the camera, cool guy pose.

I guess we figured out who's the top and who's the bottom.

I love tramp stamps more than anything so when I saw this beauty I knew I had to take a pic. Usually I come across butterflies, hearts, or stars, but this creepy bitch decided on "Redrum".

After a couple of drinks, half of the group got tired and walked back to the hotel. Us hardcore G's knew the party wasn't over and finagled our way into the supposed hottest new Vegas club, Privé.

The club had a super cool interior, but the people inside were fucking waaaacckk. How wack, you ask? See below for a taste of riding dirty.

Despite the douches, my friends and I danced the night away and had a hell of a time. After we left the club and the alcohol buzz started to wear off, we realized that our feet were on fire. Dancing/walking in 4+ inch heels can take its tole on your feet. Everyone was too cool for school to take off their shoes and walk in comfort. I, on the other hand, did not give a shit and continued to party hardy in my short black dress and tube socks. Believe it or not, a lot of guys thought it was sexy.

The next morning, our feet were still in pain, so we decided to head down to the pool and soak them in the jacuzzi.

We pretty much spent the whole time in the spa, but that's only because the rest of the pool area wasn't really kickin'.

I happened to come across this hunk of a man getting all buffed up at the pool. Really, who does this?

Following showers and a trip to the buffet, we went out to the streets to see what the Strip had to offer. Here, OG Topless Cabaret, serving Bud and Babes since 92'.

I hate, Hate, HATE these fuckers standing out on the street handing out XXX cards. And then they make this annoying flicking sound to pass the time.

After more hours of walking and drinking, we were ready to fill our stomachs with food. We ended up at "Cheeseburger in Paradise" a joint serving the fattest burgers and tasty margaritas.

Following dinner, we went back to our hotel to get dressed in our prom gear and begin drinking for the night ahead.

Obviously, we were fully stocked. Although it should be said that a couple of people couldn't hang and puked after shots of Jack Daniel's.

My friends finally headed down to the casino and into the Hummer waiting to take us to Tao, my favorite club in Las Vegas.

In addition to binge drinking and endless nights, I really love Las Vegas for the people watching. No doubt, you'll see several shit shows and fashion faux pas. During my trip, I must have seen at least twenty girls wearing tops as dresses that barely covered their rear ends.

The girl standing in front of me in line had her hair clip clipped to her jeans. I didn't know what was worse, the outfit or the attached hair accessory.

Clubs love to make guests pay an arm and a leg for a cover charge. Luckily, my friends and I got in for free. It pays off having a vagina sometimes. The guys in our group had to pay $30 each to get in.

As usual, Tao was going off. Below, vid of the iniside. Sorry, it's dark.

I would've taken more pics of the things I saw inside, but I was partying too hard. Not pictured: the lesbian that began freaking me from behind and made me fall, Jagermeister shots, naked go-go dancers in bathtubs, paramedics taking away a guy on a stretcher for alcohol poisoning and countless "Heeyyyy girlll, what's yo name? Can we be friends?"

Surprisingly, the next day we woke up without hangovers. After packing up and checking out of our room, we ate lunch at the best place ever.

I'm pretty sure there way a 3X3 in there. It tasted sooo good!

The end!

Top photo by http2007 via Flickr

Rest of the photos/video by Sarah Ardalani for LAist