Jayden James post on www.jaydenjaymesxxx.com – Ugh! You know, everyone always finishes that line with, “stays in Vegas” or “never happened”, but I can’t even say that about this trip! As much fun as Lynda [pictured right] and I had on our little adventure, it wasn’t quite what I wanted, needed or expected! Overall, I’m actually disappointed! I’m actually going to leave the detail of the irritating drama out, but you’ll enjoy this anyway!
Well, to start off, what was supposed to be a group of four girls got cut down to two. One cancelled, the other took a job (although she’d known about the trip for weeks… yeah, won’t go there, but I was PISSED!)… so I knew from there I wasn’t going to be partying as hard as I needed to! So anyway, Lynda and I drove out late Friday morning, flying up the 15 freeway, making the 200-mile trip in about 3 1/2 hours, making only one pee-stop in Barstow. I had had a rough couple of days (just mentally draining!), so Lynda wanted to take me to this restaurant called Dick’s. There’s one in Texas she used to go to and she had just seen a sign for one at the Excalibur hotel. She told me all about the atmosphere and how they’re all just assholes there, so we went! First thing we ordered: Rum & diet, strawberry daiquiri, and two shots (waiter’s choice!).
After chowing down junk food, picking up a good buzz and watching the UFC weigh-ins, we drove to the Venetian to check in. On the way over there, we must have buzzed-dialed everyone in our phone books… and by the time we got into our room, we were texting my buddy Chuck about meeting everyone in his room and heading off to XS at the Encore later. So, we showered, ran around the room naked, got sexed-up, and headed to Planet Hollywood to meet our friends.
After an hour of hanging around the suite, sipping on the Goose and getting tipsy, we piled into two party buses and took the crew to XS. There, we had two tables and a bunch of girls! Yes, guys were there, too… But I’m more into watching girls dance around drunk!
We danced around, sipped on champagne, and enjoyed the company of a bunch of great people… including Dana White who joined us for a few minutes. It was a good group. However, although Chuck and I are cool, I avoided him throughout the night. Due to all of the ‘rumors’ about us, I wasn’t in the mood to cause more! We’re just friends! We hang out and party like friends do. Plus, with my situation (whatever it may be) with my new guy, I DEFINITELY don’t want any kind of pics popping up… even though they would be innocent!
We headed back to our room at about 3:30am and passed out! Both of our phones were going off all morning, until about 6am when everyone else passed out! Sorry… I’m not a party-girl… I was tired by 2am!
We managed to get our asses up, dressed, and out the door by noon that day… grabbed some sandwiches, and proceeded to the Mandalay Bay where my friend runs the topless pool, Moorea. He had a cabana waiting for us along with drinks… so we went! But, before we went, we decided to check out the UFC Expo that was going on. Of course, I used my UFC connections to walk right in… and I immediately wanted to leave! It was PACKED! I get very uncomfortable in big crowds of people, so I was starting to get edgy! However, walking around for the entire 10 minutes we were there, I was stopped at least 10 times and asked for pictures! It’s exciting! Especially the fact that I was in very casual clothes and HUGE sunglasses… it’s cool that I get recognized looking like that, especially when people aren’t even expecting me! It’s very flattering.
But anyway, we headed to the pool, got our cabana, let go of our tops (while getting drooled over by men and glared at by women… Umm… Hello! It’s a TOPLESS pool!)… and we sunbathed for a good hour or so…
After relaxing for a while, I got a tap on my arm from Lynda, suddenly really excited, saying, “Oh my God! Is that Donovan McNabb?” My reply… “Who?” Hahahaha. Apparently Lynda is a HUGE Eagles fan and noticed him standing right in front of our cabana. So, I asked my friend that runs the show to introduce them… He did… Then I was pulled into the conversation… Then we were soon up in the VIP section, complete with a stripper pole, drinking and partying with Donovan McNabb. By the way, he’s a fucking awesome guy! Lynda was so shy (she was SHAKING! lol), but she relaxed and opened up after a while. But, we chilled and drank in the hot sun for a few hours. And I wish I had a picture for you guys, but, due to his surroundings, obviously, Donovan was opposed to taking pictures.
At about 4:30, we decided we were tired and wanted to go rest and get cleaned up for the night. Donovan invited us back to the cabana to watch the fight, so we all exchanged numbers and we parted ways. Lynda and I went back to the room, showered and did the girlie thing, but then, by 8pm, she was ready to go and I was just having issues. I don’t know what set me off, but I just started getting overwhelmed and on the verge of having a panic attack or something… so I smoked some weed that I had and tried to relax. Lynda was in a rush to go watch the fights, so I told her to head to Donovan’s and I’d meet her in a bit. Well, whatever was going on in my head was stopped by the weed and I passed out. Lynda called me at 10:30 and said she was on her way back and we’d go out. She had watched the fights with Donovan and his crew, so now I was ready to go!
Sadly, by the time Lynda got back and I got dressed, my ‘weird’ feeling was coming back and I freaked out! I guess I just needed to get out of the room. lol. I don’t really now. I took a stroll down the hall to cool off, went back in and put on my dress, then told Lynda we had to go because I just had to do something. (Weird, I know… But I just get like that sometimes… anxiety, I guess.)
Well, sadly, as pretty as I felt in my new dress and as much as I wanted to party, I ran into someone that I was prepared for, and I really wasn’t prepared for the reaction that I got from the incident, and I not gonna go into details about it, but it set me off! I was pissed! But, what happened was something that I sort of needed to happen… and it wasn’t the best feeling ever! So, my night was officially ruined. Chuck was texting me about his party, Donovan was texting me about his party… Everyone had these parties going on, and all I wanted was to go to bed… and it was only 12:30am! Lynda felt bad for me, so she stayed in the room with me. Of course, text messages were exchanged between this person and I… and although things made sense, it wasn’t what I needed to hear. I’m looking forward to see what becomes of this… and I’ll try to remember to fill y’all in when things resolve. But, overall, my night was ruined, so I smoked a bowl and passed out!
Okay, I’m not a pot head. I almost always have my medical marijuana, but I use it when I can settle my mind so I can sleep… and this is maybe once a week! But I was so irritated by everything, I just never stopped smoking! I woke up and hit the pipe, hit it again after we packed up and were ready to head out to Rehab at the Hard Rock… then I stashed it in the secret compartment in my purse.
Well, we get to the Hard Rock and continue through the VIP/Cabana lines. I got recognized by a few of the workers, so they pushed me right through to the pool. We went through a little security station, and they peeked into our purses and stuff, but we got in with no trouble. (Although, I was worried about the weed in my purse… which was stupid of me to be holding in Vegas anyway since the prescription is only legal in California.) But, we got in and went straight to the water! But, within minutes, Donovan was texting Lynda to meet him outside. He had left his iPod at the cabana after the fights, so she grabbed it for him and he needed it before their flight. So, we walked out and were told we’d be able to re-enter with our wristbands.
We talked to Donovan for a couple minutes and he was off to catch a flight. We headed back through the doors we exited from, and they needed to look though out bags again. Given that the first inspection wasn’t very thorough, I wasn’t worried… Until this bitch started opening every little compartment in my wallet and fumbling through EVERYTHING!!! Oh shit… she found my weed. She held it up, looked at it, and set it on the table. My words, “Okay, can we just throw that in the bucket (the tray of goodies they were collecting!) and pretend it didn’t come from my bag?” I tossed it in the bucket and she just looked at me and chuckled. She ignored the pipe. At this time, someone was going through Lynda’s bag and picked up her little box of pills she had. Absolutely nothing illegal: Advil, Tylonel, vitamins, things like that. They guy started tell her she either need to trash it or go put it away because she couldn’t take it in. Lynda was just as irritated with the situation as I was (probably more, actually, since her shit was legal!), so she said she’d just go put it away. Well, since we weren’t staying at that hotel, I wasn’t he what her plan was, but I figured we’d just skip out on the whole pool party. So, as I’m about to grab my bag and leave, the bitch decides to take my pipe (which, by the way, is LEGAL to have because it’s for tabacco… as far as they know!). She tosses the pipe in the tray. I made a comment like, “Well, since we’re leaving, you don’t need to take this from me…” and I reached for my pipe. (They could keep the weed… I didn’t want to hold it if they already knew I had it!) The security guy grabbed my arm and told me I couldn’t take it and to leave.
I made another smart-ass comment about how it’s a fucking tabacco pipe and I could legally have it (if there wasn’t residue on it! lol). He grabbed my arm, cut off my wristband, though me and Lynda out the door and told not to come back. LMAO! I dug out the VIP manager’s business card from my wallet and seriously thought about calling him, going back in, and shoving it in the bitches face, but then I got smart: I’m so lucky I didn’t just get arrested… I’m leaving!
We ate at the little diner in the Hard Rock and decided to just hit the road. All the while, I’m still VERY upset about the night before and the situation, I was already freaking out because I’d sober up and start thinking crazy shit… and I didn’t want to do that! So, Lynda and I made some phone calls to our friends that we actually on their way to Vegas for a concert tomorrow night… We decided to meet at Primm (the state line, between Cali and Nevada). Lynda knew I was upset, so we went to Buffalo Bills (classy, I know! lol), ordered HUGE drinks, and sat and waited for our friends so they could smoke me out and we could be on our way! (I know… I’m so stupid… but I had the WORST night ever, okay!)
Our friend arrived, we hopped in the truck with our drinks, we smoked to calm my crazy ass down (yes, I was freaking out about my night… still!), sat and chatted for a few minutes, then they dropped us off… They headed to Vegas, and we finished our drinks and began the journey home.
The traffic was HORRIBLE, but I was feeling GOOD and, thanks to the help of my friends, I remained calm. Hahahha. By the time we hit Barstow, we both had to pee. So, we made it to Victorville and pulled off the road. I figured we could stop by my parents’ place, pee, and stock up on snacks. I called my mom, but they weren’t home, so she told me to help myself IF I could get into the house… so Lynda and I broke in! We took the screen off the front window and climbed in… because we’re classy like that! LMAO! We peed, help ourselves to freshly baked cupcakes, grabbed some waters, and were on our way.
I dropped off Lynda at her place at 8:45pm, and walked through my door at about 9:05… I’m so tired! And, as an update, I’m completely sober right now and I’m okay. Getting out of Vegas helped. I wish I could give you guys all of the dramatic details, but it’s really personal and I need to work things out myself and not make a public fuss… at least until it’s done with! We all cope with stress and emotions differently, and the fact that I needed a wild Vegas weekend to clear my head anyway, then having this sort of drama… NOT COOL! My mind has been on a rampage lately, and I fucking needed to abuse some weed! Hahahha. I was fucking stupid though. I’m so luckily me ass isn’t sitting in a jail cell right now! Fuck….
Well… back to work tomorrow! I’ve got 3 days of content shoots this week, on top of shooting other scenes, so it’s gonna be a long week… Bring it on!!!