Is shared amongst those that are intrested enough to read this post. Want to share with you all the fun I experienced this Saturday.
So thursday night, sat around the living room with a few friends and talked about my friend Justin's birthday. We wanted to make sure he had a fantabulous birthday for various reasons. This boy deserved a kick-ass night moreso than anyone due to extremely untimely circumstances in his life.
Anyway, two of us had to work on Sunday so Vegas wasn't sounding like the best plan for the weekend. Also a lot of people seem to have sex in November. Everyone and their mom's birthday is this weekend. We decided to stop talking and just do it. We figured we were coming back rich bitches and that in itself would make any negative repurcussion totally worth it.
We are not rich bitches. PG and I earned a bit of cash while Justin and Marina came back with a hole in their pockets. Regardless, everyone had a kick-ass time. We made great use of the 15 waking hours we had in the city built on winners.
We drove in about midnightish into the Harrah's parking lot. Our whistles were beyond prepared for a wetting. We checked in and did our best to doll up in under 10 minutes and then we made a beeline straight towards the nearest bar/club which happened to be an outdoor joint. Immediately we tossed back a couple rounds of shots of some sort, then did our best to dance in 90 degree weather. The incredible heat eminating from the pavement couldn't stop us, my cutest pair of heels that are much too high for my 5'8 frame didn't have me sitting, the grabbers of asses that seemed to be rampant couldn't deter us, we were truly dancing machines.
We partied it up for a couple hours until someone started to scream our names. We all froze, looked at each other, then turned around to see the white glow of the casino gently offering us some comfort for our weary feet. We could almost feel the touch of it's fine air-conditioning system on our skin as we could almost feel the chill trickle of free watered-down drinks making their way down our throats. The screaming of our name was coming from none other than the black jack table in the middle of the casino. We never thought it possible for non-sentient objects to desire us that passionately but after looking back at the photos of that night, I totally now understand.
We gambled into the breaka breaka dawn. None of our wallets were hurtin' too badly so we went to sleep very soundly. First thing I did when I woke up was stick my head into the toilet. Crap, morning sickness sucks. Ha! Made you look! Did you believe me for a split second? Well, let's just say, those watered down drinks are pretty intoxicating when you down about 10 of them in an hour period or so. I was VERY thristy.
Lucky for us, my buddy Eric and a buncha his crew were also in Vegas for the weekend. We did our ritual buffet lunch and headed on over for a round of craps with the boys in New York New York. So PG's bright idea is to walk to the hotel as we had much buffet food to burn off before we could fill our belly's at buffet dinner. Great idea Peege. It was 103 degrees and the hotel wasn't even close enough for us to be able to see it at a distance which is bad news when you are on the strip. We walked, and walked till it felt as though the rubber on the bottom of my converse were paper thin and on fire. I could honestly for the first time in the last month say, "I am not drunk and this is indeed a sunburn."
Sweet sweet relief when we get inside the chilled casino. We are dead tired, and ready for a nap but turns out the blackjack tables in NY NY also speak! Vegas truly is an amazing place. PG headed over to Erics room for a quick nap before having to drive us back to LA that evening, and the rest of us scattered to various parts of the casino. I immediately lost 100 bucks at a blackjack table in a 5 minute period, and decided that I was not a high roller and needed to stick to the 5 or 10 dollar tables. Not having listened to my own advice, I took my winnings from the craps table I hit up next, and made it back to the same blackjack table and won back my hundred. Suffice to say, I will never listen to my intuition again. Can I say i told you so guys?! Pshaw, listen to my intuition. Not in Vegas anyway.
We next headed over to the grand Rio buffet, and ate like it was our last meal. That feast was truly disgusting. After stuffing our faces we realised it was 9:00pm, and we had to head on home. It took us an hour to make it out of the Rio because we are truly weak people that had too much money to lose. The slots in Vegas apparantly also speak.
We gathered our wits, got into our car, and now here we are.
While nothing incredibly exciting happened on our trip and I probably lost all my readers at hello, it was truly an unforgettable weekend. Even the car ride home was filled with cackeling wench-like laughter and off-tune howling kareoke. All in all, it was a great weekend.
<edited to say, this is taken from my lates blog entry>
[ July 18, 2004, 11:55 PM: Message edited by: NdRa ]
Posted by rivka (Member # 4859) on :
Sounds like you had a great time. Posted by Strider (Member # 1807) on :
ahhh...Vegas. How I miss thee.
Cool story.
I think win or lose, everybody has a great time in Vegas. Take for example the fact that my big Vegas story has me losing $100 on a coin flip. Posted by ssywak (Member # 807) on :
Ah, but did you see any of the shows? Like the Rio Sky Parade, or Zumanity (not for the squeamish, or polite)???
Every time I go to Vegas, I come away with a good couple-a-hundred bucks more in my pockets!
Posted by Zevlag (Member # 1405) on :
I thought what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas?
Sounds like a great trip Sandra. Long time no talk.
Posted by Storm Saxon (Member # 3101) on :
ndra, your night sounded awesome. I hereby declare you 'way cool'.
Use your powers for good, now. Posted by Azile (Member # 2312) on :
Vegas is always like stepping into an alternate universe where time is suspended, food is bountiful and the smell of cigarettes trail you all the way up to your hotel room. Did you notice the lack of clocks and windows in any of the casinos? They purposely do this to make you lose track of time- so that you will dough out more cash.
Honestly, don't feel too bad about your weakness for the slots and tables. Everything about Vegas was specifically designed to exploit this human drive to gamble, make money, and win. It happens to the best of us.
Glad you had fun. Posted by NdRa (Member # 2295) on :
I really did have a good time, and I am really too cool. That's what my mom says anyway. Vegas is only something I can do about once a year otherwise I would be living on the streets right now. Unfortunately I didn't have enough time for shows this time around. The blue man show is what I'll have to hit up next. Hatrack gathering in Vegas anyone? The drunken debauchery that would ensue. I can see it now.
Posted by UofUlawguy (Member # 5492) on :
Dude, if there were ever a Hatrack gathering in Vegas, I might just have to come.
As cool as it is to visit Las Vegas, it is about ten times cooler to actually live here. I love it.
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