The last few days have been nothing less than what I expected of Vegas. Leaving me utterly exhausted, I don't feel like I really did much....
I left you last...not exactly sure where...oh yeah! The "proposal" from the couple on the corner...irony? Or just my luck? Bah! Picking up where I left off. I spent the rest of that afternoon sitting at random places in the hotel. By choice, of course. I attempted walking around, but my injury from the ass hole in the hall way on the previous night, left my foot almost unbearable to walk on. So I sat at Starbucks, next to two Chinese females who had a very interesting conversation...about what? I'm not quite sure because I'm not fluent in any other language but English, but they made it sound quite interesting with all the "oohs", "aahhhhs" and laughing.
When I got tired of being that weird girl, sitting at Starbucks, I decided it was time for a drink. A REAL drink. So...I went on a mission to find a fun looking bar. I made it to the other end of the the hotel, to a "bar" shaped in a circle-ish with cool music and awesome lights. Sat myself right down and ordered my usual Vegas drink...cranberry and vodka. After being there about fifteen minutes, pretending to watch the World Series of Poker on the television above my head, all of the sudden the lights dimmed, the music got really loud and the entire staff jumped on the bar and a dance fest ensued. A female sitting across the way from me ended up getting a bar tender dancing right in front of her. I couldn't tell if she had already had a few too many, or if she was just really enjoying herself, but she started pulling out dollar bills and shouting as he pelvic thrusted the air in front of her and sang along to "Shots, Shots, Shots". He seemed a little uncomfortable, because if she had been paying attention to him AT ALL she would have realized when she first sat down, she clearly wasn't his type. She had boobs. He was a bit gay. She ended up almost falling out of her chair with excitement. When the dance was over, so was he with her, and quit serving her...I really don't blame him.
From then on it was all a blur. I had one too many. Didn't talk to another soul until it was time for drunken me to attempt to find a bathroom before my bladder exploded in such a public place, making things extremely awkward. I began my descent back to my room. I never made it. No, no, no...I didn't pee my pants either...I promise. I made it about halfway through the casino when the wedding party FINALLY arrived! So we checked them in and I made it all the way up to their room. I think I should get a medal for longest drunken pee holding with no accidents. It was a risk. But I managed! We got the happy couple checked in, had some dinner, gambled a little (I actually ended up winning about $60! yay me!), and then retired early to rest up for the large events that were taking place the next day.
The next day went by in a massive blur. Woke up late, went to breakfast, which was horrible. Got ready, got walked in on by the maid...again...but this time i wasn't naked laying in bed (good thing the first time I was under the covers), got kicked out by the maid a half hour later. Lost another $20 to the slots. Got the bride dressed and ready, we almost late for the limo pick up. Made it to the venue. Clap, ooh, ahhh, yays, congratulations, " I now pronounce you husband and wife", more claps, back in the limo. Back to the MGM. Dinner buffet. Then bed. It seemed like so much more than just that. By the time the "back to the room" party came I felt like I had ran a marathon. All in all, it was beautiful. Congratulations Holly and Jake. May you live a long, wonderful life together!
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