Las Vegas. Disney World for adults. What happens in Vegas….you know the rest.
I have many fond and not so fond memories from two separate trips to Sin City, so gather round ye olde blog, friends, and let me weave a couple tales of vacations past.
The first time I went to Vegas was with my ex-boyfriend, the Bowler. He financed our trip by spending many a night playing poker online with real cash money. I’m 80% sure it was illegal and am 100% sure it was sketchy and off-shore. I also thought it was crazy until his winnings allowed us to eat at nice places and go to shows, then I didn’t care as much.
We stayed at the Monte Carlo. I thought I would be super trendy and cute, so I brought only high heeled boots. All I knew of Las Vegas was what I’d learned through movies and TV, where sexy women are wearing sequined dresses and playing craps and drinking champagne. So basically, all I had were heels or nothing — not even a slipper to cover my tootsies while I ran to the ice machine or something.
You know what there is a lot of in Vegas? WALKING. For miles I walked in those stupid high heeled boots. I’m really stubborn and hated to be wrong, so I pretended like all was FINE just FINE, I walk in boots ALL THE TIME SO SHUT UP. No, I always walk this way IT’S NOT A LIMP.
Oh, and I also need to mention it was December and I was pale as a ghost. I thought I’d brighten up my complexion with a little trip to the tanning bed before we left, ended up laying too long for my first visit in hopes of speeding up the process, and was shedding much like a snake the entire trip.
Bleeding, mangled toes? Check! Red, peeling skin? Check! Sounds great, right?
It got better.
|Stampede machine. How cute is that buffalo||?|
We were walking through the casinos one night, hopping from one to the next and looking out for my favorite slot machine, STAMPEDE! (If you got three buffaloes in a row, it said stampede and went haywire. Guess you had to be there?) I found one and threw a couple quarters in and didn’t win, so we moved on. A few casinos away, I realized I’d left my purse at the machine. We ran back and it was gone, long gone, in a casino of all places. I didn’t have much money, but I did have my cell phone, lipstick, a few other odds and ends. By the grace of God, I had my license in my pocket and left my car keys and all but one credit card in the hotel. We talked to security and filed a report, realizing I’d probably never see those things again. The remaining card was canceled and I proceeded to have a meltdown of epic proportions.
That night, while I was crying my eyes out over my misfortune, my ex-boyfriend spent hours in the Monte Carlo casino gambling. No surprise that relationship didn’t last.
This trip happened right around Christmas. A few days after we got home, right before New Year’s Eve, a packaged arrived at the condo, addressed to me. I opened it and it was my purse with everything still inside, less the handful of change. The purse included a note that said simply, “I found your purse and used the change to send it back.” No identifying information, no return address.
It was sort of a Christmas miracle.
The second trip was a few years later, my last spring break trip while I was a carefree college student. I believe it was 2004, and I went with my BFF Candace, who was from a small town in West Virginia and at that point had never flown. Ever. After the fun flight on a SOUTHWEST AIRLINES plane, we landed in Vegas and proceeded to have a blast for four days. I wont’ get into details because what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? but a few things I’ll never forget:
- Dancing with Midwestern boys on spring break to Britney Spears’ Toxic so they would buy us a beer
- Stopping by McDonalds at three in the morning for a burger and Candace proclaiming it the BEST BURGER SHE’D EVER HAD
- Walking for a dance club back to our hotel armed with nothing but my chain metal belt, which I claimed I’d use as a deadly weapon if anyone tried to “mess with us”
- Calling our friend who’d flaked out at the last minute, leaving a message that said she’s missing out on a lot of hot guys and then marking the message as urgent
- How blonde and skinny I was in 2005
|Blonde. Skinny. Belly shirt? I thought I was fat here BTW.|
Anyone else have some Las Vegas memories?
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