We ALMOST didn’t go to Vegas because I was told the hotel I was originally planning on staying @ (The Las Vegas Club) was a crack hotel… WTF. And then I couldn’t find another one with a room. My mom’s friend has a house that she said we could stay at for the 2 nights we were in Vegas. She said her mother lived there, but she was KICKING HER OUT due to her being 3 months behind on rent. So Saturday I went to pick up my little siblings to come back and find the mom cleaning out the house… OKAY… She only took the things out of the drawers and what not.. things were didn’t use or need to use we had out own towels and stuff… She asked what time we would be leaving on Sunday and I told her around noon. She said okay she’d come get the big stuff after we had left.
Sunday morning she showed up at 9 A.M. And of course instead of taking the things out of the rooms we weren’t in she comes in and starts removing stuff from the bedroom… I’m like okay…
How fucked up would it be to come home and find people in your house… yeah.. but still she did not have to be a bitch about it. She was way nice and I even ended up helping her pack, but WTF.
It was just a shady situation… Ugh.
