Finally recuperated enough to reminisce about my first trip to Vegas last weekend, I thought it’d only be fair to share shenanigans with you…
Some of my gal pals were smart and rested up on the four-hour plane ride to Vegas…
While my seat mate and I were busy hoarding every ounce of liquor possible to get a head start on fun.
Upon landing we gathered our luggage and headed to the MGM Grand Casino.
Having our complimentary casino cocktails in hand, we stood in a corner people watching where we happened to run into snazzy looking gents on a bachelor party. First impressed by their suits, upon opening their mouths we swooned, as they were from England and had that accent. *Sigh* Once the fellas started talking to us, one of our extremely intelligent ladies asked, “Are you guys from British?”
After the bachelor party carried onto do whatever it is bachelor parties do in Vegas (does one really have to wonder?), I got busy doing what I do best.
While I was busy ass clowning around, our gal pal C Money went over to play some penny slots. And then this happened….
Just when you thought no one won on penny slots – BOOM! And, this was within the first three hours of our Vegas arrival.
After crawling into bed at 8am the following morning, it only made sense for me to sit my ass at the pool all day. While on my way to act like a beached whale, I took the liberty of introducing myself to what could only be described as my soul mate…I mean, he made his own mirrored jacket.
Deciding which pool to lounge around proved to be a tad difficult…
Naturally, I went for the most quiet, relaxing spot in all of the MGM Grand pools.
In between naps, this gentleman asked our group to pretty please re-pierce his ears. We happily obliged.
While I did not gamble one cent away in Vegas, I still had some good juju going on. I scored a free ticket to the I Heart Radio Music Festival at the MGM Grand. For a split second I thought about scalping the ticket, as they were going for $480 but thought better of it, as this was a once in a lifetime experience.
Keeping my liver well hydrated was my main focus on this trip. Thank God we packed the moonshine, as this helped wash away all of the hours of sleep I wasn’t giving to my body.
Morphing into our best bad asses, we partied at the Hard Rock Casino with Motley Crue.
Hanging with rock stars Saturday night, called for some recovery time at the Hard Rock Casino pool – known as Rehab (which my mother nervously Googled when I told her I was headed to rehab).
Being one of the last few escorted (surprised? I just didn’t want the party to end!) out of the pool after sundown, I headed to my room to find my own jackpot left for me by one of my girlfriends…
As I rounded up the aftermath of my Vegas trip and tried shoving it all in my suitcases, I knew that this city and I had just consummated the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
But it’s probably wise to give Las Vegas a breather before hitting it like a sparkly, loud, sleepless, sort-of-inebriated, photo bombing Tasmanian devil again.
NashVegas will have to do for now.