i started off the trip thinking... oh no! with this new mentality on being more open minded about dating, this could really be a wild ride in a city like vegas. mr. berkeley joked that I might be trying to squeeze in a couple of dates while in vegas. ha ha! clearly don't have time to be scouting dates across the country. plus this was a girls trip (one of those things I hold near and dear to my heart...quality time with fun girls and time not to think about men... or at least time to flirt with new ones.) on that note, i did spend the evening before vegas with mr. pancakes. it was one of those evenings concocted by men so that you make sure you don't do anything crazy before going out of town. after an evening of moonlight drinks, music, and even a bit of poetry, he sealed the evening with a kiss and his words of wisdom...don't get pregnant or married.
as soon as we stepped off the plane, we could feel the fiery heat of the scorching sun. sin was in the air. but i couldn't help but think wtf, where were all the hotties with beads of sweat rolling down their rock hard abs? all i saw were guidos and old dudes at the poker tables. oh, but i was convinced to not be discouraged and remember the goals of this trip... girls bachelorette party weekend.
first night out, went to xs. beautiful place, people (not so beautiful, more nerdy than anything...but hey, we can all appreciate a nerdy guy.) after dancing with the girls for a bit, me and s.b. decided to do a lap. the first group of guys were decent. but they were cheap and wanted to chat it up and get touchy-feely with us whilst not offering to purchase booze. not gonna work... on to the next one. the next crew was still in college. lot of fun and even offered to buy us drinks but somehow, I couldn't help feeling like a big coug! last group seemed like winners... dentist from sf with a table and bottle service. the more we talked, the less interested I became. however, the bottle service kept me faking intrigued. then suddenly it happened, out of nowhere this random chica pounced on my bottle service. she literally sat right in front of the dude and started flippy her hair and touching his leg trying to get the dudes attention... while me and the guy were still talking (i guess she couldn't wait her turn). the guy wasn't even that cute but i guess she saw what i saw... the big bottle of skyy at the center of the table! gosh...woman r such scam artists. i can truly say this is the first time i have ever been c*ckblocked by someone i didn't know (and someone the guy didn't know either.) this was it... i was done with the manhunt/search for free drinks. back to girls night. and oh a girls night it was, complete with circle dancing and booty shake-offs. lots of laughs.
the next day/evening proved more successful. all the ladies decided to get beds down by the pool. so relaxing... breakfast and long island poolside in 100 degree weather. really tried to avoid the boys and relax with the ladies... but clearly, when there are half-naked co-eds all around that's just not going to happen. on the way to the bathroom, got called up to a private cabana and caught the eye of a reggie bush look alike during a dance party pool session. other girls had success as well, there were even some hot pool make-outs (myself not included).
that evening, we became something of jetsetters. the evening started with "thunder down under," the australian striptease and then moved to surrender--a place that looked something like a cross between ancient grecian ruins and heaven... which was possibly as equally difficult to get into. thankfully, we were 16 hot ladies (if only god thought this way, we all may have an easier time getting into his good graces. this night was not helping my tab with god.) anywho, after pulling s.b. away from the craps table, we ran into a group of "italian stallions" (stallion, i use loosely). however, they were a lot of fun and were harboring two large grey goose bottles. it was here where i met ricardo, the middle-aged poker professional who offered me the world fit for a "queen," a night in the venetian, and even a marriage proposal. oh, if all men could be like "ricki ricardo." but the longer, we enjoyed the bottle service, the creepier ricardo became and we had to make a massive escape. next, it was onto paris. we met a group of french boys, with whom i tried so earnestly to engage in a lovely french conversation. however, the fact that it was almost 5 a.m. in the morning and words may have been slurred, i'm pretty sure they didn't understand anything past "bonjour" (or whatever i may have said).

viva las vegas!
ADH
Sounds like you had a wonderful time!! Miss you and love you!
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