Eat, Sleep, Drink, Play

Not necessarily in that order.

Hey peoples. Stats have been up -- I s'pose a trip to Sin City has nothing to do with that. I arrived at work Monday morning only to be hounded by co-workers. One by one, they entered my cube, occupying the spare chair in the corner and took turns cross-examining me. "So..." they'd each say with a knowing look, "what'd you do in Vegas?" Sorry to disappoint that I didn't come back a convicted felon or married or pregnant (that I know of).

1.) We stayed at the Bellagio.
It was really nice but imagine our surprise when we opened our mini-bar to find a half-eaten Snickers. The first cleaning person we told said, "Don't worry about it." When we called the front desk, they laughed and said, "That's disgusting." Finally, we told another cleaning woman who did nothing until we asked her to remove it from the fridge. When I told TheGuy about the Snickers, he said, "Why didn't you just throw it away?" Apparently, we were the only ones who thought it wasn't our responsibility!



2.) We didn't gamble. Not a single penny.

3.) We went to a club called Asia.
With no plan, we basically closed our eyes and randomly selected the first destination from a directory in the Miracle Mile mall. When we first walked up, we were hurriedly greeted by a gentleman in a suit welcoming us and personally escorting us to the front of the line. Had we not been rushed in, we surely would have turned and walked the other way. To say the least, this certainly wasn't the classiest place in Vegas. Ghetto is what comes to mind. After the bouncer checked our purses at the door, we ordered a drink at the bar and took a seat near the dance floor. The scene was something like this: black chicks in booty shorts gyrating on the speakers, and one lone white guy with no rhythm sidling from girl-to-girl in a trainwreck of attempts. Points for persistence though.

4.) We went to Pure Nightclub.
Befriended the bouncers, partial to one named Odie. Or so his nametag said. Much to our dismay, he informed us Pure would be shut down Saturday night because Celine Dion ruins everything. As alternatives, he told us to check out Drai's, LAX, and Tryst.

5.) We went to Drai's.
Danced into the wee hours -- the place stays open until noon!

6.) Stumbled into bed around 6:30 AM.
Slept 'til 3 PM, failed to see the light of day.

7.) 3 PM - 9PM: Food, wine, and bad TV.

8.) We saw Thunder From Down Under.
Hysterical. Loved it. No one enjoyed it quite as much as the middle-aged women at the center table. After the show, you're given the opportunity for a photo-op. Hottest Body was in charge of collecting the money while Hottest Guy was snapping photos so we politely requested HB and HG to be included in our picture, forcing two of the uglier guys to be switched out. At $20 a polaroid, I don't think it was too much to ask. I closed my eyes in two of the three pictures. I blame Rejected Guy for premature timing. I got a kiss on the cheek from Dave, a blonde dude with roots.

9.) We went to LAX the nightclub.
The place was packed. We wormed our way through a group of guys to a prime balcony spot that oversaw the entire club. I pissed off some guy by "stealing" his drink i.e., sucking it down real fast and handing it back to him empty, but I bought him another to make up for it.

10.) Made an attempt to go back to Drai's but gave up and called it a night. Around 6 AM.

One last thing I'll say is that I had such a great time with my college friends. I really miss the days of going out with them. This post really doesn't do the trip justice, but in the words of Deborah, "I ain't got no time!" Plus you know what they say, "what happens in Vegas..."

Bachelorette Party Part Deux this weekend. To be continued.