So my Vegas trip with my best friends turned out all right though it was not as hilarious as our Puerto Rico trip in 05. Being a weekend trip it was, we had to manage our time very well.
Friday night, RP and I arrived late and we searched for food as hunger was not going to get in the way of our usual partying with several martinis, shots, etc. The rest of the gang had already arrived earlier that day and was quick to get out and party. After we checked in, RP and I just wanted to kick it and relax; however thinking about the angry faces of our friends, we slowly got ready and dragged our asses out in our one-layer clothes and heels in the freezing weather... It was either that or wearing my cowboy boots with North Face jacket.... I didn't have the courage to wear those to a club.
The first night was all right with no drama... which is unusual for us. The next day though, JK was dramatizing a certain action on GA and fell off her bed while bouncing off her head nicely on the wall and landing flat on her nose. Luckily, no nosebleed, but ended up with a bump on her forehead. Then next, I started to jump up and down on a sofa chair while being excited about something I can't even remember, the chair got tipsy and I almost fell backwards and could have thrown myself out of the hotel very quickly, through the big window of our room! Thanks to my flexible body- I have much to thank my gymnastics experience in junior high as I saved my own life by swiftly balancing forward. Then what we did next, you're never going to believe. Since we did not feel like stuffing ourselves with another buffet dinner, we smartly decided to order pizza in. But the dilemma was we had to pick it up from the delivery in the LOBBY.... Who does that at freakin' Bellagio? And what did we do? Of course we decided to do it and draw straws to pick one person to do the deed. Well, since everyone chickened out, and being the bravest one, I volunteerd to sacrifice myself and spare no dignitiy to feed my buddies and I picked JK to be my wing-girl. No biggie... until we got to the lobby and saw herds of people populating the lobby like ants swarming over a piece of bread crum. We spotted the delivery-man rather quickly as no one is swarming over two large cases of pizza and a full plastic bag. Righ away, we picked up the pizza like a pro from the delivery guy.... Then, I started to painfully feel the stares of numerous strangers on every part of my body, and what I didn't notice was, I started to sprint, speed-walk.... and felt the sweat coming down on my face.... In the mean time, JK is craking up in half looking at my ass sprinting the long walk to the elevator out of deathly embarrassment..... Then I heard someone whispering, "wow, they're smart!".... well, at least we are smart.... but I realized we can be pretty stupid. That was an ass-sweating experience I will never forget.
That night, we went to a couple of uninteresting clubs.... Then, our next destination was the highlight of the night for the activity I will not discuss on this website.... Whatever happens in Vegas.... surely stays in Vegas!
Friday night, RP and I arrived late and we searched for food as hunger was not going to get in the way of our usual partying with several martinis, shots, etc. The rest of the gang had already arrived earlier that day and was quick to get out and party. After we checked in, RP and I just wanted to kick it and relax; however thinking about the angry faces of our friends, we slowly got ready and dragged our asses out in our one-layer clothes and heels in the freezing weather... It was either that or wearing my cowboy boots with North Face jacket.... I didn't have the courage to wear those to a club.
The first night was all right with no drama... which is unusual for us. The next day though, JK was dramatizing a certain action on GA and fell off her bed while bouncing off her head nicely on the wall and landing flat on her nose. Luckily, no nosebleed, but ended up with a bump on her forehead. Then next, I started to jump up and down on a sofa chair while being excited about something I can't even remember, the chair got tipsy and I almost fell backwards and could have thrown myself out of the hotel very quickly, through the big window of our room! Thanks to my flexible body- I have much to thank my gymnastics experience in junior high as I saved my own life by swiftly balancing forward. Then what we did next, you're never going to believe. Since we did not feel like stuffing ourselves with another buffet dinner, we smartly decided to order pizza in. But the dilemma was we had to pick it up from the delivery in the LOBBY.... Who does that at freakin' Bellagio? And what did we do? Of course we decided to do it and draw straws to pick one person to do the deed. Well, since everyone chickened out, and being the bravest one, I volunteerd to sacrifice myself and spare no dignitiy to feed my buddies and I picked JK to be my wing-girl. No biggie... until we got to the lobby and saw herds of people populating the lobby like ants swarming over a piece of bread crum. We spotted the delivery-man rather quickly as no one is swarming over two large cases of pizza and a full plastic bag. Righ away, we picked up the pizza like a pro from the delivery guy.... Then, I started to painfully feel the stares of numerous strangers on every part of my body, and what I didn't notice was, I started to sprint, speed-walk.... and felt the sweat coming down on my face.... In the mean time, JK is craking up in half looking at my ass sprinting the long walk to the elevator out of deathly embarrassment..... Then I heard someone whispering, "wow, they're smart!".... well, at least we are smart.... but I realized we can be pretty stupid. That was an ass-sweating experience I will never forget.
That night, we went to a couple of uninteresting clubs.... Then, our next destination was the highlight of the night for the activity I will not discuss on this website.... Whatever happens in Vegas.... surely stays in Vegas!
photo by J. Lee
