My Liver is Evil
(and must be punished.)
There has to be something about Vegas that keeps me going back. Oh wait, that’s right. It’s the booze and the clubbing and the gambling and the “anything goes” attitude. I love it. I’m going for a third time this month this coming weekend. Craaazy.
Little spontaneous trip this past Memorial Day weekend with Christine, Jon, and Daniel. And by little, I mean epic. Or something like that.
FRIDAY
Stayed at the Venetian and spent the little day we had left walking around, eating, and getting ready for TAO.
(No idea why I’m making that face or didn’t check to retake this picture. Unfortuantely, it’s the only one I have of us that is acceptable.)
You know, “How come I’m not dating you already??” is not too bad of a line, but when it’s followed by my answer of, “Because you have a girlfriend,” then that just down-right blows. Seriously, to all the guys with girlfriends: WTH? In any case, at least he was nice and bought me drinks.
SATURDAY
Recovering from the previous night = lots of tanning/pool and iced teas + bloody marys (maries?). Yum.
I do believe I am now 5 shades darker.
Daniel wanted to walk around outside because he said “we shouldn’t spend our entire Vegas trip inside.” We did manage to go outside long enough to take a picture, and then it was all “Fuck it, it’s too goddamn hot.”
Did you know that clubs had kitchens? Well, now we do. Christine and I were led to a kitchen by the bouncer and Pat (who was helping us walk) because she was so drunk on the dance floor. A goddamn kitchen.
In any case, the second she snapped out of it, apparently I became instantly wasted. How? No idea. It’s like I held in all the drunkeness until I didn’t have to anymore. BTW, I don’t remember being in a kitchen at all.
What ends up happening next is me not being able to walk, flashing the world my boobs (that dress is dangerous), and losing my beautiful shoes that I had just bought recently. I LOST MY SHOES. I LOVE THOSE SHOES. Sigh.
Shoes: I miss you :(
Summary: Kitchen, boobs, shoes, OH and falling on my head many times - into the limo. Thanks, Daniel, for just laughing at me. I have bruises on my head. Oh and thank you to Pat for carrying me back to the hotel room. Even though earlier in the day I said that he wouldn’t be able to even piggy-back me because he’s so skinny! And I also told Daniel earlier that he’d never see anything more “than this” (me in swim suit). Mann, I speak way too early.
All in all, epic night.
SUNDAY
Went to XS because Saturday night they charged $150 cover for gentlemen and $50 for ladies. We had so many dudes with us..
XS was nice as usual, but it was the end of the night that was awesome. It’s called killing a giant bottle of Patron between 4 or 5 people until 8 AM. Christine and Jon were chasing with soy sauce?! You guys are gross. Tap water was sufficient for me.
There were so many wrong things this weekend. I do believe I actually drank more alcohol than I did eat food. How is that even possible?! Don’t think I was sober for even a second during the weekend, but hey, it’s Vegas. When in Rome..
Round three this weekend?
I’m damn ready.
