first of all, vegas is hot as balls. so hot that it's almost unbearable. when the wind blows, it feels like you've opened an oven door and stuck your head inside. i got insanely sick while i was there, so i spent saturday night until tuesday morning in my hotel, in bed - sneezing and coughing and blowing my nose and aching and moaning and groaning and, at one point, crying. and watching really crappy tv. BOOOOOO!!! the pain in my ears on the flight home was pure torture. my ears closed and didn't open up again until like 18 hours later. worst trip ever. i'm still in a horrible, horrible state.
i had some fun the first 3 nights, however. the first night we went to the
venetian, which was nice. it looks like you're outside in italy, even though you're inside, and there is a river running through it with gondola rides. good food. i lost $20 in about 2 minutes in a slot machine. we walked into
tao for about 2 seconds also.
the 2nd night we went to a crappy casino on the strip called
bill's saloon and sat in their dank, dingy, 70's, velvety lounge and laughed at a crappy cover band over cheap beers. that was fun. then we met elvis and marilyn on the street on the 2nd night we were there. they wanted a tip and we ran away, because we are classy like that. then we saw the
fountains at the bellagio, and the song was "viva las vegas." woo.
the 3rd night we went to
a fun italian restaurant. that place was really rowdy and fun. i don't know if it's like that all the time, but we were all wooing and raising our glasses and talking to all the other tables the whole time. i got way too drunk at dinner (free unlimited wine + 2 martinis = WHOOPS, I'M DRUNK!). i got propositioned by a complete douchebag at the next table when i went outside to smoke. it literally took him about 2 seconds to ask me to have sex with him. EWWW! he was married with a baby on the way. he didn't care. he also told me he was in the CIA. what a tool. he gave me his number on his way out, even after i totally rejected him, and rachel put his number straight into her lasagna and smeared it around. hahaha.
the 4th night
i went out to dinner with the girls. i felt like a had a bit of a cold coming on, so i went to bed at 9:30. yes, i was in bed at 9:30 on a friday night in vegas. and bed is where i pretty much stayed for the next 3 days. i even missed the last 2 days of our trade show. *heavy sigh* oh well. at least being sick kept me out of trouble. oh, and at about 3 a.m. on tuesday morning, about an hour before i had to wake up to fly home, i heard this really loud banging noise that startled me awake. then i realized my headboard was moving. yes, the people in the next room were obviously having WAY more fun than i was.
worst trip ever. :(
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