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Holy shit.

If you didn't get a "VIP pass" (that's in quotes for a reason, I'll come back to that) you must've really got fucked.

"Luckily" me and my buddy got "VIP passes" and were able to get to the front of the line reasonably quickly...a quick footwear check and my roughed up Reeboks were good enough to get me in.

We quickly saw the boxing ring, knew there wasn't going to be a fight scheduled and eventually clued in that this where the action was going down.

We went up to the balcony level and got some seats, prime viewing area. Then some band came on (the lead singer despises the porn industry by the way)...the band didn't like the crowd, and I didn't see a really thrilled crowd either.

Four hours later...not one "erotica" moment yet.

$20 for 3 cokes...mmm...hot waitress I'll give it that much.

Then some guy pokes us in the back...looked like a bouncer guy with a walkie talkie...indicated that we'd have to clear the seats. Wow. VIP hanging from the neck, some plastic band on the wrists, and you get asked to leave.

Fine. Fuck you. New seats? Fuck that. For what? More shit? No.

Get outside the club, holy mother fuck...no way to get back to the Westin (organized way that is). Chewed up and spit out on the streets of Miami. FUCK ALL THE SPONSORS THAT FUCKED UP MY NIGHT.

I saw countless "VIP passes" thrown on the street...first thing I thought of was, fuck this would be perfect to throw on GFY...didn't have the digital camera on me though.

Then, some people from TopBucks (kick ass mother fucker best program ever made ever) had enough class to get us back to the Westin.

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Special note: "It was big, we tried our best, blah blah" doesn't mean shit. Use your fucking heads and do the job right if you're going to take up one of my 4 nights at Internext.

If this is how they organize a party, how organized are their companies?

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