That’s What You Get for Waking Up in Vegas pt4

28 Jun

Wednesday May 2, 2012

Despite the negative ending to the night before, I woke up ready to make the day amazing. I gave up on TOGA for the entirety of the morning and left a note for him to call when he woke up because I was headed to the pool!

OMG this place was amazing!! I spent most of the morning at the Nirvana pool, because the Hardrock has more than one pool fyi. Nirvana is literally an indoor beach. Sand leads right into the water then gradually gets deeper. So cool! Great music, A TON of sun, and some postcard writing and I was feeling pretty content.

TOGA called at some point to tell me he was up and I took my time getting back to get ready for the rest of the day. I checked out the other pool areas and each was equally unique and equally cool.

TOGA and I went to Mr. Lucky’s for breakfast (the 24 hour diner in the hotel) and had a few mimosas and quite a yummy breakfast. We spent a good chunk of the day in the hotel still in recovery mode from the night before. We wandered over to CVS to grab supplies, got a couple bottles of free liquor, then got day drunk in the room listening to music and having uncharicstically (no idea how to spell that damn word) deep conversations about, well, us and life in general. It felt good getting some things off my chest and having a realistic conversation about where we’ve been, where we are, and where we’re going.

 

Funny quote:
“I really want a handgun.” -TOGA
“WHAT!?!?!” -Me (a little too excitedly)
“Hand GUN not hand JOB!” -TOGA
“Oooooh, that makes more sense, I guess I was just hoping.”-Me

At some point we met up with Matt and Julie again for night time activities.

TOGA and I had been determined to hit a Vegas buffet, and so we did! Planet Hollywood – not too expensive and lots of options. Unlimited food, unlimited drinks, oh yeah!

After dinner, we headed out into the world and I brought my last glass of wine with me (you can do that here!!). That shit spilled everywhere until finally I dropped the whole glass in some casino. Alcohol abuse to the max, but obviously it was the glass that knew it was a bad idea. I got it on carpets, on people, on myself…I was a hot mess. We ended up in Harrah’s and I have no idea if the wine got that far, but I do remember the prostitute we met on the casino floor playing a slot machine. The conversation is fuzzy, but I do remember she was missing teeth, open about her drug problem and trying to recruit her friend into the biz. Best moment, she was talking about something, and all of a sudden exuberantly exclaimed, “I suck dick for change!” I kid you not.

Out on the strip, we hit up an open air casino with a craps table. I was going to play, but after watching for a while, I realized I was way too drunk to have any idea what the fuck was going on and walked away. The guys ended up sitting at a table to play War (true story) and I sat and got free drinks (cause that’s what I needed…sarcasm). It was actually really intense and fun and we made some new friends.

Unfortunately Matt and Julie got in real good with this one couple we were all talking to and wandered off with them with the hopes of getting in on a drug deal. Also true story. TOGA stayed at the table and played a few more rounds before we figured we should head back.

I was the only one of us that had any idea where we were going (miraculously) and navigated the strip to find our way back to the hotel. And what an adventure that was. Bright lights, the noises of Las Vegas, and two stumbling drunks. We almost got lured into a strip club, had to make a couple bathroom breaks, and stumbled across an actual episode of COPS. I think the walk back may have been my favorite, mostly because we survived.

Once we got back to the hotel, I was determined to go to Vanity just for one drink because it was the club the cast of Real World went to like every night (don’t judge me), but halfway through changing and realizing TOGA was having no part in that plan, I crashed. No, I didn’t just crash, I got mad, played music super loud while TOGA passed out, then crawled into the sheets admitting defeat.

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