So Vegas. Sin City. What happens there stays there and all that bullshit.
Hell no!
If what happens there really stayed there, what would be the point of going? You have to take those fantastic memories with you. To get you through the rough times.
I viewed this trip with trepidation. 7 girls. 4 nights. 560 dollars. Thought it was going to be absolute drama. I was right. Didn't think it was going to be all that fun. I was absolutely wrong.
First off, I am super pissed. I dropped my camera in the Hard Rock Hotel pool in a fit of drunken frenzy. So I think it may be broken. It won't turn on. But I am working on getting it fixed, so hopefully I will have pictures soon. I know my girls took plenty and they are going to get all of them on CDs so we can put together an iMovie that will be pictures, music and video. Man, we took some great footage. Can't wait to see it.
The first night was Priscilla, Teresa and I. We got in around 11:30 and headed straight over to the Hard Rock. The club was closed to a private party, so we milled around the main bar and socialized. I saw someone who works at the bar next to my old place. Small world. The night was a slow starter, but P and T played some craps and I met this guy Jason from Minneapolis who walked up to me sitting at the nickel slots and announced "You're hot." Taken aback, I muttered "thanks." He offered to buy me a drink, so I said sure and we talked from there. Actually a really sweet guy. Hung out with him the rest of the night while Theresa reeled in a sugar daddy named David. Huge score, that guy was. I wandered around the hotel with Jason, then we went back to my hotel, The Tropicana. Not the hottest place to stay, but it was cheap and had that old school cheesy Vegas feel, which was great. We wandered around my hotel for a bit. Damn place was a maze. Finally made it back to my room where there was an empty bed. He stayed over. We were good little midwesterners. Were.
We went back to his hotel in the morning in order to enjoy the best pool in Vegas, or so we heard. T called David and he's like "Sure, Come on over! I got a cabana!" He ordered us rounds of drinks and food and refused when we offered him money. I was informed by P to get used to it. I am not usually one of those chicks who tries to get guys to buy stuff for them. I am pretty independent and like to pay for things myself, but damn, it leaves more money for gambling, so there you go.
This guy easily dropped $700 that day. On three of us and himself... and I still felt guilty until I saw the address on one of his magazines. His law office was located on S. Rodeo Dr. To him $700 was pocket change. I am used to counting every penny, but I tried to re-adjust my perspective in order to enjoy this trip.
The Hard Rock pool is unbelievable! Hedonism at its finest. You need to red bracelet to get in and only people staying there can get one. Those things are like gold in Vegas and David managed to score us 3. I wore mine the entire trip and guarded it fiercely when someone tried to rip it off my arm. They were probably nursing sore nuts for a few days.
The 3 more girls showed up that night. Corrine, Heather and Rachel. Heather is my girl, but I didn't know the other 2. They are friends of P's from ASU and damn were they smokin' hot. We decided to go to Rain at the Palms... made famous by those slutty Vegas Real Worlders. The line was sick by the time we got there... so Rachel and Corrine worked their magic and got us to the front. This is the only night I spent any money. We slipped the door guy a $20 a piece to skip the line. And in we went! I opened a tab with this hottie bartender who I shamelessly flirted with. He only ended up charging me half my tab! We all got a drink and out of the corner of my eye, I see Joey Fatone from N'Sync. Rachel spotted Deebo from the movie Friday and started talking to him. Damn it, I wish I had my pictures. All in due time, I suppose. Deebo took us a step up to the VIP stage where we danced and people watched. I know this sounds retarded, but Priscilla got into a dance-off with Joey Fatone. I have no other way to put it. He stood there watching her dance, then he broke in our circle and busted some moves. She watched him then got in his grill and answered right back with some writhing followed by this move where she snaked her arm around his head, rubbed it in her boobs then kissed his cheek. I have such a GREAT picture of it, damn it! I was laughing so fucking hard! He couldn't follow that, so he just gave her a hug and walked away. Some random B-List celebrities were milling around. Donna Derrico. Paris Hilton. Even skinner in person. Ick.
It was Joey's bachelor party, which I didn't know at the time. Apparently, he has a taste for plump, unattractive blond ladies. Lance Bass showed up and he is really cute in person. We were searching for Justin, but apparently, he has something better to do. One of Joey's friends took us up to his hotel room, which was mirrored and had a huge disco ball in the center. Interesting. We decided to eat. I got the $1.99 special and dropped a glass of water into it when it was almost eaten, but they still brought me a new one. Now THAT is customer service.
Heather and I got stranded while those bitches jumped in a cab. Heather has a gimp ankle, so I was PISSED!!! She and I hobbled down the road because the taxi line was SO LONG, and some random guy took pity on us and took us back to the hotel in his Excursion. Without the alcohol haze, I would have vetoed that because who the hell is this guy... but he turned out to be super sweet and even asked me to dinner for the following night. Oops. I just remembered that now.
Back to the Hard Rock Pool. Back to David's cabana. KC, another friend of P's showed up. Also gorgeous. In fact, David started hitting on her right away. I pounded Mai Tais and don't remember much. I dropped my camera in the pool and was told that I puked in it too. P said it was all lettuce from the salad I just ate and that no one really saw. How gross. Am I really 27? Shit.
So I got in a cab alone while some went to the Mandalay Buffet. I passed out for 3 hours and slept through the big drama of the trip.
Rachel and Theresa wandered off for a few hours and P and the gang couldn't find them, so they took their stuff and left. So T and R had no IDs, no money, no clothes. But one had a cell phone. So a back and forth yelling match resulted in complete hatred on both ends. And here me... back in the hotel, snoring and blissfully unaware. Rachel came in and asked me where P was was and I spoke some gibberish and said "Silly, she's at the Head Lock!" Have another one!
When I finally came to, Theresa was packing her stuff and telling me she and Rachel were leaving tomorrow. After she broke down the story, P came back, so T took off in a huff. There was no way in hell I was able to get ready in my state, so Heather, P and I ordered room service and hung out at the hotel. Jason called around 2 and asked to come over to hang out. So he did. Went to bed around 5. Exhausted.
A well-known fact in Vegas is that they pump pure oxygen into the casinos and the rooms. So you aren't really able to sleep. We woke up pretty early and the drama began again. P was bitching upstairs, they were bitching downstairs. I was sick of this shit and was "Get over it. Let's have a good time!" So they sucked it up for the good of the team and we all decided to go back again to the HRP. They have a huge party there every Sunday where they let in non-guests if they pay. So the line was huge, and like all huge lines, we walked right on through. David not there, no cabana, so we didn't know quite what to do. Lots of Real Worlders wandering around along with Dennis Rodman. Not as tall as I envisioned. KC started talking to the tai kwon do instructor for the manager of the HR, who had a bed on the beach, so we all hung out there. Prime spot for people watching. I laid off the drinks this day, so I remember everything and it was fantastic. I pulled some pictures off a Vegas website. Here is what I found:
P, me and Rachel
Heather, me and Corrine
Theresa and some hottie from Chicago she met. Nice dick!
The bed on the beach where we hung. KC in the red bikini. These guys hooked us up that night!
So we left and met up with those guys and ate at P.F. Changs. So good! They told us to be ready in 2 hours. YEAH RIGHT! Not with this group. It took us 3. Tonight was bling-bling outfit night. I felt hot for the first time on the whole trip. I bought a dress that I would never normally wear, but I flaunted it and was confident and that felt good. We stood outside for a cab and the concierge asked if for $5 a head we wanted to share a stretch excursion to the Bellagio. We were like hell yeah! The guys we shared with were asking if we could get them in and we just kinda laughed. We weren't sure if we were even going to get in.
So, I don't any lectures. I know it's bad. But I was in Vegas and I have never tried it before. So I rolled. Or for you innocents, I tried Ecstasy. I took a really mild one, but I still felt guilty and like a druggie. But damn if I didn't love it. I felt alive. I loved everyone. I found it easier to approach and talk to people. I AM NOT ADVOCATING DRUG USE. It's bad! It's bad! But I did indeed try it. Apollo, our hook up met us out front and the line was about 1500 people. He got on his phone and a bouncer appeared, checked our IDs and lead us to the front of the line and in the club. The whole time we were walking past these people, they were peering at us like "who are they?" There were people with reserved VIP tables that had to wait in line forever, but I guess Apollo knows all the right people, once again proving the adage. We were led to a corner booth, next to Jamie Foxx, who hangs out at this club all the time I guess. It's called Light and it is one of the more exclusive clubs. I didn't even want alcohol. Only orange juice. Corrine and I just sat there and looked at all the pretty people and loved the world. I can not describe how I felt just then. Even without the X, I would have been loving this entire experience. I have never bonded so quickly with other females.
We stayed until 5am. Here is where my warning comes in. DRUGS ARE BAD! Heather did more harsh stuff, took 2 and then got drunk. She couldn't control her face or body and she looked scary. She was babbling and hooking up in front of all of us with a random guy. I was worried about her. The girls used me as a gauge to figure out that Heather had lied about taking a second pill because I was fine and happy and she was all fucked up. I didn't even have a hangover, but Heather called me yesterday saying how sick she still is.
We finally got her to calm down, but I guess she didn't really sleep.
So it's now Monday. Last day. I felt like I had only seen bits and pieces of Vegas, so we went to Mandalay's crab leg buffet since 3 of us missed it. We walked to Excalibur, the MGM Grand and New York, New York. I didn't really get to see the main strip since Rachel had to leave at 7... but there is always next time. And there will be a next time.
We recorded footage of us rehashing our favorite moments and hung at the hotel and gambled. Well, they all gambled. I was out of money.
We went for sushi, which was another first for me... but I loved it! We ordered WAY too much, and the bill came to $180, so we stuffed the rest down our throats because we were paying so much for it. We took Corrine to the airport since her flight was an hour earlier than ours. Another huge line. We were running late, so she batted her eyelashes at some America West guys and we got moved to the front once again. Damn Vegas! You spoiled me for waiting in line for the rest of my life! We got through in record time and decided to do a Mind Eraser at the Fox Sports Bar. It helped me sleep on the plane. Corrine left sobbing. Which made me sob. That girl and I bonded, she rocks. Our flight was out at 1am. We landed here at 6am. Surprisingly awake. Took L and a cab home. Slept for 3 hours and then came into work. I actually made it in on time today, so I finally feel normal again.
As normal as I ever was.
Pictures! Can't wait to post them!