Left off Tuesday at Wednesday late afternoon…..
We played blackjack till 6:30 and then scrambled up to our room to get ready. We were outside waiting for them by 6:50, we are fucking champs!
They roll up. It’s time to meet my girl Thy! I’m so excited!!!!! Blogging/twitter buddies coming alive in real life!! STOKED! And no they aren’t serial killers because I’m here today! Double Score. That was a joke of course. But they didn’t try to murder us, butt rape us or take us to a dark alley so they are cool. heehee.
We hop in the car and immediately start chatting it up like old friends. Mr. T takes off driving like a mad cab driver taking us through parking garages and back streets (this is where I thought maybe we would end up in a dark alley ) and we end up at Ceasar’s Palace somehow. I’m not questioning it, I’m just happy to be alive. hahahaha!
We are going to see Absinthe. We grab a beer and get in line, talking it up, sharing pictures and stories. I LOVE these people! It’s time to head inside.
Sorry the pic is so dark, it’s all Mr. T’s fault!
The show starts and 2 minutes in it’s already better than the Criss Angel show. It’s like an old traveling circus show. The humor is rude and crude and PERFECT! The acts start and they were amazing! A guy stacking chairs up to the top of the tent and climbed them, girls topless besides their pasties, 4 guys climbing each other, 2 guys balancing each other, a guy and girl on roller skates spinning each other like crazy and a tight rope act. ALL this with no net or safety harnesses and we were 10 feet from the stage! My face hurt from laughing so hard and my heart almost stopped beating a couple of times! The show was hands down the BEST!! What makes it even better than the BEST is seeing it with Thy and Mr. T!!
After the show we headed down to Fremont Street. It is like stepping back in time, the feel of the old casinos (which scared me just a bit), the lights, and the people. There was a band playing out on the street so we stopped for a beer and a listen.
You can zipline down Fremont Street, the guys were all about it and Thy jumped on board with the thinking she was going to die. haha! 4 can zipline at the same time so Thy got cocky and was all about winning. Us girls didn’t have a chance against the guys. Why? Because we are tiny little things so the guys have weight on their side. Turds. B was the first off, you could here him hooting and hollering the whole way down. Mr. T was close behind him while Thy and I came in 3rd and 4th. It was awesome! It was their first time ziplining on Fremont so it was really cool to get to do that with them.
Soon after we ziplined I turned into a poophead. All of a sudden didn’t feel so hot. It could have been the fact that I drank in the afternoon, only ate one meal that day, and the heat. I was feeling rough and lost my gusto. I felt awful because well I felt awful and was putting a damper on the evening. :( Next trip out I will make it up to Thy and Mr. T, I promise! I talked up so much we are going to party hardy and here I was feeling like poo and ready to hit the room. We walked around for a bit more and then headed back to hotel.
Even though the end of the night ended with me feeling rough we had a fabulous time all night with Thy and Mr. T. They are hands down 2 of the coolest, nicest, wonderful, most genuine people out there. I am ecstatic that we got to meet them and I am pretty sure it’s safe to say that this friendship will go on for a very very long time. It was so cool to get to know them outside of the blogosphere and twitter.
Our trip even ended with them! They offered to give us a ride to the airport the next day. They picked us up and guess who was with them? 13!!!!!!! I got to me the one and only 13! She is such a beautiful, polite and sweet thing. I almost put her in my suitcase to bring her home with me but Mr. T was watching in the rear view mirror. Damn it! The ride to the airport there was talk about them making a trip to Nashville! WOO-HOO! I am holding you guys to it!!!! There were many hugs goodbye and I was sad to leave. I could have spent a whole day with them and would be happy just hanging out talking. We will do that next time!
So to you Thy and Mr. T,
Thank you so much for taking time out to spend with us. We had a blast and can’t wait to do it again. You guys rock! Thank you for the ride to the airport and I can’t wait to see you guys again!!! I am holding you to your Nashville visit. Next time I promise NOT to drink in the afternoon and I will eat all my meals that day so I don’t turn into a poophead and ruin the fun! So until the next real life meet up I will see you in Twitterville and the blogosphere!
Love you guys!!!
ps. Mr. T – Remember tonguing is spelled T-O-N-G-U-I-N-G. heehee
Best trip to Vegas EVER!!!
Alright I left off yesterday on Tuesday night..It is now Wednesday Morning…
B decided to sleep in and I was up and at’em. I was going insane because I was ready to start the day..at the blackjack tables of course. Duh, we are in Vegas! Finally sleepy head decided to get up, we drank our crack and headed down to the casino.
It’s about 11:30 am.
We find a blackjack table with one young woman sitting at it so we join her. Little did we know that she was HAMMERED! It didn’t take too long…it took right around 1 minute or 1 hand into it, however you want to time it. A few minutes after we sat down another young guy around our age joined us, his name was Keith. So there are 4 of us at the table now…5 including our wonderful and awesome dealer Debbie. So we are all on the same page here is the run down of characters for the day…
Debbie – our dealer
Joslin – the young hammered woman
Keith – young man at the table with us
Billy – Pit Boss
Gerald – Big pit boss
Here we go.
B and I order a mimosa as does Keith, Joslin (better yet let’s just stick with hammered girl because it’s more fitting) orders whatever the hell she is hammering at noon and we begin to play. Hammered girl starts asking Keith if he is a homo and for the next 20 minutes he tries to convince her he is not. I think he almost took her to his room to plant something in her ass to prove it. Now she is keeping all of her chips in her purse so every hand we have to wait for her to dig out more chips or pick her purse up off the floor to get the chips etc. I am starting to get annoyed. Keith buys us a round of shots…Kamikazes.
Another mimosa for me…Bloody Mary for B.
Debbie was awesome. She was a sport through this whole thing and kept a smile on her face the entire time, even with hammered girl raising her voice and becoming belligerent. Billy, the pit boss, notices hammered girl raising her voice, sees the look on my face and comes over to check on things. By this point Debbie has cut off hammered girl with the cocktail waitress, unknowingly to hammered girl. She informs Billy of this and he puts ME in charge of the table. Umm..huh? Hammered girl tries to get another drink, finds out she is cut off and is not happy.
Another Mimosa for me and bloody mary for B..Yes please!
We play while trying to ignore hammered chick. Keith is awesome and fun. Ignoring her was hard because now she is talking B’s ear off. She is asking him insane questions, he says something about me being his wife and now she won’t shut up about that. ”You mean you got her?” ”well your wife is hot” “I can’t believe you scored her”. WTF? SHUT UP! Next thing I know I look over and hammered girl is hanging on B, meaning her arms were completely around him with all of her wait hanging on his shoulder. I feel my pulse rise. (if I wasn’t already annoyed with her it probably wouldn’t have fazed me) I hear B say get your fucking hands off of me. I make eye contact with her and tell her “Get your fucking hands off of my husband…NOW!” Yep stirring up trouble on the blackjack table. Good Lord. Of course she starts bawling. For the love of all things hammered this chick wouldn’t stop crying! ”I’m so sorry” “if it was my husband I would be pissed too” blah blah blah. First off why are you hammered at noon? and where the fuck are your friends? So we spend the next 5 minutes trying to get her to stop crying. Meanwhile Debbie has called the Big Pit Boss Gerald. He was awesome. He was this huge black guy with a very intimidating ‘take no shit’ look. He just stood at the corner of our table and watched her. I was cracking up.
Keith gets us another round of shots…Washington Apples. It’s 1:00.
Keith decides he wants to buy a chick at another table a drink and makes the mistake of letting hammered girl know this. She gets up to go talk to this chick to see if she is single. Gerald, the big pit boss, stops her mid way next thing we know she is standing there crying…again.
Hammered girl makes it back to the table, unfortunately. Keith at this point has had enough of her too. Something gets said and the next thing I hear is from Keith to Hammered girl “Can you please shut the fuck up?, you are ruining my table karma! Just shut up or leave”. I am about to bust out laughing and I want to high five our new found friend. B and I decide we need to eat and coat our bellies because if we keep up at this pace we will be passed out in our room by 3. We get up from the table and watch hammered girl literally cry to Keith and apologize. When we finally see her walk away we head to eat.
We stop by the room after lunch and this is what happened. Truth be told this is what happened almost every time we went to the room.
Back down to the tables we went after B’s playtime with the pillow. Debbie’s table was open with only Keith sitting there. Score. We sit back down and he immediately buys us another round of shots…Straight up Makers Mark. I passed because I am not woman enough for that shot. I ordered a beer. Keith has obviously has been going strong since we left because he is 3 sheets to the wind by now. It’s 3:30. We continue to play and have a great time, until Keith decides we all need another round of shots. Good lord. This time the shots were Deck Farts. They tasted just like their name but I drank it anyway because I’m cool like that.
Debbie this entire time was awesome. She cut up with us the entire time and was very tolerant of all bullshit at the table throughout the day. I heart Debbie.
Mind you Wednesday afternoon we were more buzzed than we were our entire trip. Maturity? Age? Free shots? I don’t know. You pick and I’ll go with it.
I started to write about that and realized how long it was going to make this post so now you must wait until tomorrow!
Oh the Suspense! ….When Blogging friends come to life!!!!!
The Vegas vacation was awesome and I do believe that is an understatement. We had a blast. Here’s the recap.
We started off at the airport of course and a trip through security is always fun for me. Why you ask? Because I’m always one to get pulled and patted. I don’t know why but it never fails. I tweeted after going through security that day and I got a response of “you must look like a drug mule”. This may be true. I had on a thin tank, shorts, and flip flops. That is it. No belt, no big pockets nothing. They put me in the spinny look inside you thing and immediately get questioned if there is anything in my back pockets. I said no just buttons on the pockets..wtf! So of course I get the rub down from Mary Butchess who, I’m telling myself, just wants to rub my ass. After my molestation I immediately get called over to another stand where I am told to stand still and put my palms up. Now I’m thinking HOLY SHIT, what the hell. Dude takes a piece of cloth and wipes my palms, I look at my hands and they are shaking like crazy. I know there is nothing on them…I’m hoping..but it’s still nerve wracking. I finally get the clear to proceed. That was good times.
Ok on to the good stuff!
We arrive in Las Vegas grab a coffee and our bags and it’s to the hotel we go. The hotel was gorgeous. We check in and head to our room. The room was amazing. Everything about our hotel was fabulous from the scent of vanilla when you walked through the front doors down to the bed in our room. The bed was THE most comfortable bed I have ever slept on while on vacation. It was tough to get out of it in the mornings. Everything in the room was controlled by a bed side touch screen..so fancy. What you noticed about the hotel was the smell, the lines of the design, and the textures used all over. It was gorgeous.
We settled into the room, chilled for a moment and off we went to check out our new home for the week. We headed down to the casino and found an open blackjack table. We played for a few and came out ahead…time to move on. Our hotel was connected to the Monte Carlo by foot and to the Bellagio, Vdara and Crystals by tram. We headed to the Monte Carlo. There we walked around and had dinner at The Brand Steakhouse. Seriously, the best filet I have ever had….Ever. Yum. We headed back to the room for a minute and to change because I was getting frost bite on my toes, it’s freaking cold in the casinos. We were off to the Bellagio. Let’s just say the blackjack tables at the Bellagio that night was so very nice to us. We cashed in and headed outside into the freaking oven that is Las Vegas. The fountains were going outside the Bellagio we stopped and took that in for a moment then headed down the block. Yeah we made it to the corner of the Bellagio before saying screw this we are sweaty let’s go back in.
Now by this point I have done some major people watching and what I can’t get over is the number of kids in Vegas. To me Vegas is not a family destination. Kids were everywhere! While we were eating dinner that evening, I noticed a couple of kids plopped down at the wall while their parents played at the tables. What! Blows my mind but whatever, mine weren’t there and that is all that matters to me!
Monday night we were back in our room a little too early for Vegas style but we were pooped from the day. Tuesday was a brand new day. Tuesday morning I got a tweet from Hacking Vegas (a fellow blogger & tweetster) who just happens to be a cab driver in the wonderful LV asking if we needed a ride anywhere. SCORE! This is a score for a couple of reasons…1. We get to meet the one and only Mr. T and 2. it’s freaking hot and it’s too early to work up a sweat walking. Mr. T (the ultimate LV Hack) arrived (I was so excited to meet him!) and took us down to the Venetian. We decided that we needed to take in a show that evening and we decided on Criss Angel’s Believe and got tickets. The rest of the afternoon we walked 86.3 miles from casino to casino. We stopped by The Mirage which was like walking back into time, the casino was just old and the people in there….I will just leave it at that. Time to move on. We stopped by Caesar’s Palace and then back to the Bellagio we went.
It was time to hit the room and get ready for the evening. We made reservations at Sirio for dinner and had some time to kill so we headed down to play some blackjack. I didn’t like that I had to get up from the table for dinner, let’s just say I was on a roll. Dinner was once again fabulous. Sirio offers the taste of Tuscany and it was, again, the best pasta I have ever had.
The Criss Angel show was at the Luxor. We were excited, it’s Criss Angel! Yeah well, I really wish I could say nice things about the show but I can’t. It was awful. It was a huge huge waste of money. You could tell how everything was done, there was no Vegas Glam or WOW, it was like it was thrown together in 5 minutes. We were, to say the least, disappointed. There were a couple of things that were alright but for the most part I wish I would have lost the money we spent on this show at a blackjack table. After the show we played a few hands and felt the need to get the hell out of there. We headed outside to get a cab and the line was a mile long. At this point B is just bitter and pissy (mostly due to the fact that we just wasted too much money on a shit show) and he wasn’t about to stand in line for 15 minutes for a freaking cab. We hoofed it down a casino and caught a cab there. Why didn’t we just walk back? I was in platform stilettos and those babies aren’t made for walking. We finished the evening losing a bit and ended it for good with pancakes at 1am.
The first 2 days don’t sound all that exciting I know but we had a great time together. I am sure I am leaving some stuff out too but this post took me forever for some reason.
Wednesday’s goodness is to come…it has all the good stories. Stay tuned…..
I had no intentions of doing a post this am but since I am up at the ass crack of dawn why the hell not. I have time.
…INXS, Pretty Vegas because it’s fitting. (and the singer is easy on the eyes) ;)
Katy Perry, Waking Up In Vegas because well that’s where I will be waking up for the next 3 days.
And there you have it. Entertaining wasn’t it.
I will see you all on the flip side.
Sunday afternoon B went shopping for a new wardrobe. He needed it, trust me, the guy hasn’t had new shorts since our last vacation 2 years ago. He was due. *side note I refuse to shop for the guy anymore, he either doesn’t like what I buy or it doesn’t fit right etc.* When he got back I was going through what he bought to see how he did on his own (I was very impressed by the way) and I made the comment that we should go on vacation now that he has new clothes. He smiled and said “that sounds good”. Later we were making dinner and I looked at him and said “we really should just say f*ck it and go somewhere, just the two of us”. I waited a moment to be shot down with reality but instead I heard him say “We really should.” Just going with it I said “Should we do Key West again or Vegas?” He said “It would be really cool to do both, spend a few in Vegas then fly down to Key West”. Yeah well we aren’t millionaires and don’t have $7,000 just laying around to pull of that vacation (I priced it and that is what it was). We are pushing being Thousandaires and need to stick to a one destination vacation. After dinner I plopped myself on the couch and started pricing trips to both Vegas and Key West.
Now you see I love to plan trips. Love it. I become ridiculously wrapped up in it and will spend hours researching different hotels and flights on every site imaginable. I’m anal. It’s ridiculous.
Of course it’s cheaper to go to Vegas than Key West. We have been to Key West a few times and only Vegas once. The one time we went it for a convention for B’s Company. He was stuck with his itinerary all week which was full of seminars, classes, manning a booth etc. where I was free to do as I pleased everyday. I wondered around Vegas during the day by myself and with another wife and poor B didn’t leave the Venetian the entire stay. So we decided on…
After a quick phone call to B yesterday morning to confirm that he was indeed serious about going, I was on a mission to plan our vacation. I spent all day on different sites, playing with dates, and researching different hotels. I even called and picked HackingVegas’s brain about the strip. If you ever need any information about Vegas he is your man to talk to. I had 10 tabs open on my laptop at any given time through out the day. This is a hell of a decision you know and especially for me being a Gemini, decisions like this don’t come easy.
What was killing me were the flights. The majority of the flights were late flights, not getting us in until after 7pm and having us fly out in the wee hours of the morning which was making me consider an extra night stay. All the flights were at least 6 hours with layovers on each of at least an hour. Pricing the good time flights added an extra $100 at the least to our total price, usually more like $200. Grr. I was beginning to get frustrated and had started to except that we were going to pay at least an extra $200 over the budget I set for us any way we stay. I had it narrowed down to two hotels, The Cosmopolitan and The Monte Carlo. The Monte Carlo was the least expensive of the two but my hesitation was that the rooms were just plain ole hotel rooms with no “Wow” factor. *we were completely spoiled by our first trip and staying at the Venetian (that we didn’t have to pay for)* The Cosmopolitan was a bit more but the rooms were beautiful. By this point I had smoke coming out of my ears and a headache was approaching. I then found my way to TripAdvisor. That site always changes everything for me. Both hotels had good reviews but with the same complaint. That made me rethink my choices. During my research I had came across a hotel called the Aria, which looked amazing. I always skipped over it because of the prices. As I was plugging in different hotels into TripAdvisor I typed in the Aria just to see. The reviews were amazing, I don’t think I read a negative one. This got me thinking. *more smoke coming from my head* I went back to the 3,873 tabs and repriced everything with the Aria, prices were still on the high side. I made my way to Aria’s site to look at rooms and they had a flight+hotel option. I had learned from earlier that when you go straight through the hotel’s site the flights were going to be crap and it was more expensive but I tried it anyway on the Aria site just for shits and giggles.
To my surprise they had NONSTOP flights and the prices were cheaper than anywhere else! HOLY MOTHER OF MAKE ME EXCITED! I just about peed. So for just $100 more than I was going to pay to fly 6.5 hours with layovers and stay at the Monte Carlo in a mediocre room, we are now going to stay at a 5 star hotel AND have nonstop flights to and from. Can we say Stoked? Together now…Stoked.
I am now going to spend the next month brushing up on my Blackjack skills, oh yes, I love me some Blackjack. I will also be starving myself and working on my tan. If the women really look like the ones that showed up in my “Aria Pool” google *see pic below* I am going to need to do both of those things PLUS get boob implants.
Yeah, I don’t look like that and I sure as hell don’t sport heels with my swimsuit. I will most likely come home with a complex.
On top of a fabulous place to stay and flights that rock my world, there is one more thing makes me extremely excited. I get to meet Thypolar and HackingVegas while we are out there! Word! 2 people that live in my computer will come to life! I am very excited to meet both of them and spend an evening drinking ice cold beverages and tearing up Las Vegas! So you two get ready…get plenty of rest…and get ready to rock.
Let’s do this!