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That Small Feeling You Get When Life Grows Too Big

12 Sep

This week I have felt smaller than small. Which is ironic because over the weekend I felt like a GIANT. Oh how far the mighty fall.

Sunday was my birthday. I am firmly in the downward swing of my 20s – 27, UGH. It isn’t the number so much, just the feeling that I haven’t grown up as much as I should have by now.

I went to Vegas for the weekend with my recently married lady friends and Michigan. It was a blast…with the usual bumps. I drove out Friday morning with the girls and we picked Michigan up from the airport. We couldn’t check in right away but the strip was calling anyway!

With a good buzz on a couple hours later and some sights seen, we checked in, got settled, and played some cards in the hotel. After a few rounds and a few more drinks, we went out for some more exploring. However, my patience was low and my libido was high (3 months does a number on you), so it wasn’t long before we separated and had some alone fun.

Fully satisfied and post-shower we were back out on the town…because that’s what you do in Vegas. We hit up Liasons, danced, talked…drank. Memory gets a little blurry around the time we left, but apparently I got a little grumpy. Best guess is because Michigan wouldn’t dance with me, but it could have been any other number of minor, perceived insults. Does it matter?

The hangover, needless to say, was harsh. I stayed in bed until almost one in the afternoon. I did manage to get up when the girls got back from the pool and consumed copious amounts of water with a splash of a few painkillers. Just in time for the brunch buffet! This was either the best idea ever or the worst, but either way it was yummy. I do regret not feeling well enough to partake in free mimosas though, I love mimosas. Vegas is about over indulgence and clearly thus far I was succeeding.

Since we hadn’t done any gambling yet, that is what came next. I lost 20 bucks in the slots and watched Michigan lose some money at the blackjack tables. No one was winning so naps sounded like a better idea (yes, I could sleep more). Feeling more alive, the second round of gambling proved more lucrative…for everyone but me…who was up 40 bucks at one point then lost it all…self control issues. I do enjoy the free drinks that come around when you are spending money though.

Afterwards we did the silly tourist thing, took some pictures, saw the Bellagio water show, all the fun things before changing and heading to this outdoor club near our hotel. I wore my tiara out since it was my birthday night. This turned into over indulgent bartenders giving me and my companions awesome free shots, and sometimes just pouring them into my mouth and the mouth of whoever was up there with me. That and they kept getting on top of the bar and pouring them into everyone’s mouths, it was like, why even buy anything? We ALL danced that night, I think Michigan was making an effort because it was an issue the night before and has been more than once previously. It was a live band even which I love!

I was not nearly as drunk as I was the previous night, but I still got a little weird after the girls left to utilize the empty hotel room. The drama started when Michigan and I finally left and I wanted to walk, but Michigan didn’t. I clearly do what I want so we walked. I don’t remember why, but he had my wallet and when I realized this, I asked for it back…aaaand he wouldn’t give it to me. Angry, I walked faster. Eventually he gave it to me, but the damage was done. I probably kept the fumes going for about a mile, but then I realized it was going to take forever to walk back, so we crossed the street at the mall and sat down.

Michigan, in an attempt to salvage the night, asked if I remembered what I had asked for for my birthday. I had asked for a timeline for when he was going to move so I could plan and stop freaking out that it was never going to happen and I was wasting my time. I was certain that it would be no later than early December, I could have sworn that we had mentioned this before. When he told me late January, maybe you can begin to imagine why my hopes were crushed. I hugged my knees into myself and buried my face in them as the tears welled up and spilled over.

When I finally got the tears to stop, I looked up, said, “I don’t know if I can wait until January,” and walked away.

Back at the hotel, I did the very adult thing of locking myself in the bathroom to lie on the floor until Maria came in and convinced me to go to bed. The cool tile just felt so nice.

Sunday I woke up feeling physically fine, but with a killer emotional hangover.

After we checked out, we still had a lovely day. It was my birthday! We had lunch at Planet Hollywood which I felt very proud to remember how to find. We took a ride on the ferris wheel and saw the entire strip, I recommend going at night though, it mostly just looks like desert in the day time. Then we had cupcakes at Sprinkles. I just couldn’t get rid of my little black cloud (insert Winnie the Pooh song).

I wanted him to fix it…or maybe just show me he was feeling as much hurt as I was. I hated (hate) that this is where we are at, five month of never enough.

To top it off, my parents didn’t call. LP wasn’t there, again. The car ride ahead seemed miserable. Even though I didn’t even want to look at him, I still didn’t want to say good bye to Michigan. Nothing felt in sync. Social obligation was the only thing staving off the inevitable break down.

I did eventually talk to Michigan about how much it sucked and he tried hard to sympathize, maybe even cheer me up, but I was firmly in my funk. A funk that stuck with me. The following week shrunk my spirit even further. All of the things acting together to microwave my positivity, optimism, and any motivation.

Yada, yada, yada, stop complaining. This is just where I am at right now. 27 and feeling utterly lost.

I have been reading Hannah Hart’s book and it has been a little shining light, not life changing or anything, just a good reminder that life sucks before it gets better. It helps that I have a major crush or her. But, srsly, I recommend it to all twenty-somethings.

“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” -Rumi

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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.