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…
This drink was free! I love this place!
Some of my gal pals were smart and rested up on the four-hour plane ride to Vegas…
Visions of jackpots danced in their heads.
While my seat mate and I were busy hoarding every ounce of liquor possible to get a head start on fun.
We’re the smart ones, yes?!
Upon landing we gathered our luggage and headed to the MGM Grand Casino.
It’s grand, yo!
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?”
I don’t care if you’re from British or not, just look at the camera so I can capture this Kodak moment.
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.
Oh, you wanted a photo without yours truly? I don’t think so!
This is a very hard hobby, but someone’s gotta ruin other people’s pics.
Love what they’ve done with the background, don’t you?
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.
Celebrate we must.
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.
Shiny soul mates.
Deciding which pool to lounge around proved to be a tad difficult…
How do you choose between four pools?
Naturally, I went for the most quiet, relaxing spot in all of the MGM Grand pools.
So relaxing. Bumper floats.
In between naps, this gentleman asked our group to pretty please re-pierce his ears. We happily obliged.
You can just keep that hoop, Bra. Looks better on you anyhow.
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.
A free ticket with no strings attached? Yes please!
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.
Who needs sleep when you got moonshine?
Morphing into our best bad asses, we partied at the Hard Rock Casino with Motley Crue.
Our crew at Crue.
We know. We’re so bitchin’.
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).
Again with the quiet, relaxing pool day.
What is more serene than hanging out with a new crew – one sporting a horse head? Nothing.
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…
Winner winner chicken dinner!
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.
I can’t wait to go back.
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.