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Sore Thighs and Bedroom Eyes...

Discussion in 'Vegas Trip Reports' started by sin, Oct 23, 2006.

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  1. sin

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    My Trip Report

    sin's version of NSF:

    Flight out was great-had a row to myself! Landed and headed off to baggage claim. There really is nothing better than coming down the escalator to baggage claim having 3 super-hotties waiting for you with a cold corona and a bottle opener ready for you! After hugging CoasterKikky (who wore a mini skirt and heels just for me!), Patti (who didn't wear the red shoes for me, but was forgiven as she promised to wear them on Saturday and Sunday) and VegasTonya (who wore the low-low cut shirt for me!) I proceeded to pop open my corona (probably illegal to do that in baggage claim, but I did it anyway) we collected my luggage and tried to find Sticky before heading out to the party bus with the pole in it.

    With a resounding "What's up my bitches!" as I entered the party began! Much fun was had. Many, many, many lapdances were given. Insanity ensued as we yelled at people on the street and someone was flashing passing cars from the windows:angel:

    We kept the party going for an extra hour as we headed back to the airport and picked up the hottest grammy ever-BeachCrazy and then made the trek over to Carnival Court.

    In line to pay the $3 cover, we ran into Cheran who I'm sure figured out who I was immediately due to the pimp hat. Sadly, I didn't get to say more than 2 words to her that night, but chalk up yet another hottie to our ever-growing list of female hotness!!!

    We drank, we danced and then I declared to Patti, Shock, and Marty that they either had to take me to get food or put me to bed. Food was the decision so we made our way over to the cafe and got in line. After 25 minutes we'd moved up a few spots, but that was only because people were leaving the line. When the people at the front told us they'd been there for an hour the plan was hatched--Ellis Island steak special baby!

    The four of us sat down, and amazingly hilarious conversation ensued. I won't repeat it because, well, if you were there you'd know. (Its good to come to gatherings-remember that, cuz March is right around the corner!)

    After much conversation about Patti's sore throat, and the boys offering up their "lozenges" because its good when your throat is sore to gargle with something warm and salty we made our way back to Harrah's. Carnival Court was closed so we decided to go check out Marty's super swank King Suite at the IP.

    Now, there is a 70's sex palace if I've ever seen one. There are mirrors above the bed and a really sweet canopy too. I'm sure there are some pics forthcoming. (Not from me though, I left my camera in the room...all weekend). After some general buffoonery, and much talk about #2, Shock, Patti and I grabbed a cab. First stop: Wynn (Shock was at the Sahara so he continued his journey with no one but the cabby for company).

    I'd been in DonD's Wynn room in July, but I must say that actually being able to cuddle up with that amazing comforter can't be beat. Patti and I were conversing one minute, and the next thing I know I'm waking up to another great Vegas Day.

    After a couple hours of lounging about CoasterHubby joined us and off we headed to Metro Pizza on Tropicana for lunch. We hopped in a cab with a fun driver who Patti and I nicknamed Bedroom Eyes. Now, for those of you who have never been around Patti and I in vegas, we nickname all of the men we meet and do our best to make them blush. We are particularly good at being rauncy enough to make even the most hardened cabbies blush. We did not disappoint. Hell, even CoasterHubby was blushing and he already knows how we are.

    Moving on: Since we were off strip I asked for Bedroom Eye's card so we could call for a ride back and he hands me the company card. How insulting! I made sure to let him know that I was insulted that he didn't give me his personal phone number and wouldn't you know he takes that card right back from me and gives us his personal number. Damn, that probably wasn't the best move on his part because now we have a new person to torment....

    Now my little droogies, I hate to do this to you, but it is TR interruptous as I have to get back to work....hey at least it wasn't premature:wink2:
     
  2. sin

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    Moving along:

    Patti, CoasterHubby and I had a great meal at Metro. The food as good. The beer was good. The company was great! Patti and I dub our waiter "Spike" and make him blush. After stuffinng ourselves like Thanksgiving turkeys we call Desert Cab for a pick-up and they tell me it will be 1-2 hours before they can send anyone. When I say, "No way--really?" The lady on the phone snipes back with "Probably closer to 2." Needless to say I retort with a quick "Whatever!" and hang up on her. We then ask "Spike" to call a cab for us and proceed outside to wait the 5-10 minutes that cab company was going to take to get us a ride.

    Needless to say, as we're waiting, I decide to call Bedroom Eyes, who had told us that we were his last fare of the shift (2 a.m. to 3 p.m.), and leave a message. Once I hear the tone I give him crap for being asleep when he should be picking us up and chauffering us around and then we tell him we miss him and hang up. This little act will come back to haunt us.

    So we head on over to the Wynn where we drop CoasterHubby off to play some more poker and Patti and I head on downtown to meet up with Shock, Angy and Marty at the Plaza. Oh, yeah, needless to say, we missed the football--and we were so very sad about that too:rolleyes2:

    We meet up with them at the blackjack table. I will leave the gory details of that particular gambling jaunt to those who had the personal experience. It wasn't too long before Kikky and Silversmiff show up. They had apparently been on a quest to get a Silver Strike from every casino known to man. There was a slight issue about who got the Aladdin coin and who got the Planet Hollywood coin, but no blood was shed so it was all good.

    Next thing you know we're back at Wynn getting all dressed up for the night time festivities. Patti and I transformed into our alter-egos Slit and Slut for the evening after a whole lot of outfit modeling for one another. Settled on our hooker wear for the night, we head down to the poker room to retrieve CoasterHubby who, I think, was a tad bit sorry to leave the table where his personal "Bitch" was....hey, when you find an ATM in Vegas that doesn't have a limit, you take advantage. All I can say is that the way we were dressed caused quite the stir at the table and illicted a few not-so-friendly glares. Jealous bitches! They only wish they had 2 hotties in short skirts and high heels come to retrieve them for a night of fun!

    We head on over to the Rio to meet up with everyone for dinner. Bambaleo was the WORST MISTAKE EVER!!! After sitting at the bar for well over 20 minutes we finally got the bartender to give us booze. Then we were seated and after about 45 minutes got our "food." They even fucked up the chicken quesadillas! And yes, it counts as fucking up food when there is only one small chunk of chicken in the entire thing! About another 20 minutes later we haven't seen hide nor hair of our waiter so I put my hand up like a schoolgirl (pun intended) and finally get his attention. When he came over I asked for our check "In a timely manner." We pay our bill, leaving a minimal tip and head out.

    Okay, more TR interruptus...gotta get some work done!
     
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    See, if you just wait, the stories eventually come out.
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    Or, if you use creative editing in a quote, you can make your own story Al!:poke:
     
  5. IllMarty

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    Is Al a member of the media? :poke:

    Good so far Sin. I want to hear what else happened after my tuck in.

    BTW Thanks for the call and BD wishes. You are all class girl.
     
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    So I dropped one word. How much difference could that make?

    As my buddy JonnyU says, never let the truth stand in the way of a good story.
     
  7. StickyFingers007

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    Great so far, where's the rest? I had a blast friday night. You got some talent girl!. Glad I got to see you sunday night too before you left. I can't remember the exact quote but something about coming.... mouth? I know we all cracked up. See you in march hopefully!

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  8. sin

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    Damn work getting in the way of my TR!!

    Continuing on...

    We head out towards Voodoo and there is a line from hell to get in. We move over to the side of the walkway and discuss our options. I don't know who it was, but someone said they weren't waiting in that line, so I said well then where are we going. After much hemming and hawing, Tonya suggests the Shadow Bar at CP. Cool, now how are we going to get there? Well, our trusty friend Chef offers up his car for a few of us and BeachCrazy and I are both leery because, as he normally does, he had been out hiking all day and we both know from our March experiences that he feels the need to leave his stinky equipment in the car. Chef assures us that the car doesn't reek this time and says he can take 4 of us with him. Patti and I, being joined at the hip whenever we are in Vegas apparently count as one, because Marty, Shock and Beach also take Chef up on his offer. With transportation sorted out we head downstairs.

    I would like to take this moment to let you all know that lap dancing for hours in a party bus takes its toll on the body. My thighs were so sore that walking down stairs was ridiculously painful and I had to do it like I had some major physical restrictions. It wasn't pretty.

    Anyway, as we are walking toward the escalator my greatest fear of the moment is realized when the thing isn't working. God help me, because with that double length staircase it’s going to take me a good half hour to get to the bottom. I begin to do my slow, slow, rather idiotic looking creep down the stairs when my Knight in Flip-Flops, Chef, decides that I must be carried down the stairs. When I refuse to let him pick me up he grabs my right leg and tries to recruit Marty to grab the other one to tandem carry me down. Marty, being the smart man that he is refuses any part of that so Chef finally pressures Shock enough to take part in this insanity. He grabs my left leg and I'm doing my best to ensure that everyone in the Rio doesn't get a good shot up my skirt as I'm lifted into the air, legs spread. I grab my skirt with one hand and hang on for dear life to Chef with the other laughing so hard the movement is threatening to topple our little pyramid. As you can see in the pictures, we drew quite a bit of attention with that little escapade.

    By some miracle we arrive safely at the bottom of the staircase and proceed to walk at an unnecessarily fast pace (Chef doesn't know how to walk at a normal pace) out to the self-park garage. After a stop in the ladies room we head out to the rental car. The picture doesn't do enough justice to the insanity of our clown-car impersonation. We weren't moving when Beach took that picture so I'm still looking "relatively" comfy sitting in the middle there, but Chef had to steer and shift the car into the appropriate gears so as we begin to move I slide down onto the seat with Patti. I'm laying on my right side and she's laying on her left and we are hugging each other very tightly. Every time Chef has to shift I have to shoot my hips into Patti to make room. All Patti can say is that the door handle is shoved in her butt.

    I really don't understand why everyone is always giving us odd looks and laughing at us. No matter where we go we generate the need in perfect strangers to gape and giggle...its odd because our behavior seems so normal.

    Anyway, after being stuck behind some dolt who didn’t pull up far enough to trigger the turn light for about 6 cycles, Chef drops us off at the Augustus tower and heads off to find parking. When Beach opened the car door to let Patti and I out, I do believe Patti almost hit the pavement, as she was more concerned with pulling her skirt back down over her butt than with falling. Why, I haven’t a clue, but that’s what she did.

    We proceed inside and navigate the never-ending maze that is CP until we finally see Cleo’s Barge. There’s a band playing some great disco and we are immediately saddened that we didn’t decide to party there. We continue on to the Shadow Bar and find another exceedingly long line to get in. Well that leaves us only one option: Cleo’s! We head on over, and begin to get our groove on after calling Tonya, CK, and Silversmiff to inform them of the plan change. Marty and Shock only last about half a song and they leave to go grab some booze. Beach, Patti and I continue to groove. Suddenly the first strains of the Electric Slide fill the smoky air and Beach and I get into our line-dancing zone. Patti had never heard nor seen this odd rite before so she watched as Beach and I step-step-stepped to the groove while trying not to fall down even though the barge was swaying like a crabbing boat caught in a hurricane. Oh, and by the way, when you’re wearing a mini-skirt, I wouldn’t recommend going very low when you do the forward dip thingy unless you really want those 80 year old men sitting at the railing to have heart failure. Just thought I’d pass that along for future reference.

    As the boogie-woogie-woogie is coming to an end, we notice that they have now shut the gates to Cleo’s and aren’t letting anyone else in. Damn, still no sign of the rest of our posse so we three dancing fools head out to find Marty and Shock. A quick call helps us to locate them at the bar over by the sports book. We call the rest of our compadres to inform them of our new rendezvous point and head over. While we’re there I get a call from SteveB who leaves a very tawdry voice mail for me. I immediately call him back and return his message, to the great shock and awe of passersby. Steve, buddy, don’t mess with the bull baby, cuz you’ll get the horns! He calls me back and gives me grief for being there a week before him and for changing the MMIV dates. We chat for a bit and I pass along his greetings to the group. It is now that I realize a new plan must be devised, because sitting at this bar is simply not as fun as it should be.

    Patti, Shock, Beach and I decide to head downtown or more specifically, to Hogs & Heifers. Chef finally shows up after having to park the car over at IP and offers to drive us down since he’s staying at the Plaza. Its after midnight now and Marty announces that its his birfday and that he’s going to bed. Since he’s got the sextorium over at IP, we all walk over. Beach decides that we will all go up to his room and “tuck him in” to bed for his birfday.

    As we all piled onto the bed and arranged ourselves for our photo op I was afraid Marty would simply fall asleep as we tried to figure out how to turn the flash off on Beach’s camera. I finally figured it out and handed it back to Beach. Next thing we hear is “Get over here! Don’t you know how to spoon!” Well, I won’t tell you who said that to whom but it was too funny! We finally achieved a very blurry pic and left Marty to enjoy the sex palace all alone.

    The trek to the self-parking garage was long and arduous and I dropped my Corona along the way, committing a giant party foul. As we walked through door after door we finally hit one that led to the-gasp-stairs. Oh Lord help me in my hour of need I prayed silently as I voiced my dread aloud to the group. Once again it was Chef to the rescue. He threw me over his shoulder and headed down. I was laughing my ass off until Patti and Beach demanded that he stop so they could take a picture. Chef stops our progress on the last step and is standing there struggling under my girth while waiting patiently for the drunks to get their cameras out. Next thing I know, I hear strange male voices that I didn’t recognize telling me they could see my boobies. Lovely. As Chef’s knees begin to weaken and I can feel him sinking beneath my tonnage, the pics are finally snapped and I am lowered to the floor. Shock later tells me that I’m going to have to check some teenage boob website as the young guys behind us were excitedly talking about posting the pictures they took of me on it. Yeah, you gotta love Vegas!!!

    As we approach Chef’s car, Beach begins her rant about wanting to drive. We climb in and we all have a bit more room this time without Marty. Beach tells us she’s a very good driver and we spend the rest of the journey downtown making Rainman references. As we approach the Plaza self-park, Chef imparts some sage advice to Shock that continues on as we walk into the casino. Chef walks us out to the crosswalk and we all say goodnight to him. We proceed to cross waving like maniacs at the camera, even though we all doubted if anyone here would be watching for us.

    We make our way over to H&H having much fun along the way giving each other crap. Shock had never been there before so us ladies got to play guide. We get inside and Beach buys us some booze. We’re sorta just sitting there watching the really, really, really drunk redneck “dance” with the really, really drunk fat girl. I put dance in quotes because, as I told Beach at the time, what they were doing looked more like [insert southern drawl here] two pigs fightin’ under a blanket. We’re people watching and generally goofing off when we suddenly notice that Shock is nowhere to be found. Assuming he’s in the men’s room Beach heads over there and comes back moments later with confirmation...how she got that I don’t know, and frankly, am a tad scared to find out.

    After several more drinks its around 2:30 and we drunk dial Doc Al. We sing loudly “Really love your peaches wanna shake your tree” into Beach’s phone. That in and of itself is pretty funny, but what’s better is that by the time we actually got through his leave a message speech the music was over and we sang that at the top of our lungs without accompaniment. The bartender picked up her megaphone and announced, “Well, the music is still playing in their heads” to the thunderous applause of the other patrons. Meanwhile Beach has announced herself to Al’s voice mail, she puts the phone in front of me and I announce myself, then Patti announces herself and then Beach puts the phone in front of Shock who announces himself as “Their bodyguard” too funny, since he looks nothing like Kevin Costner.

    Shortly after that phone call we notice a young woman up on the bar without a shirt on and without a bra on. Her boobies are hanging out with nothing but circular H&H stickers acting as pasties. We scurry to take pics and I manage to get one with my phone and text it to Blackjack with the following message: “Hogs & Heifers Baby—don’t you wish you were here.” I later found out he never got it. Makes me wonder where I sent it hehe.

    Well, it wasn’t too long after that when the bartenders got up and tried to make all of us girls get on the bar too. We steadfastly refused, but one tried to pull Beach up anyway. This was not a good idea as none of us where sober enough to even contemplate such dangerous moves. Well, needless to say she got stuck about halfway up and the “bouncer” had to come over and help her get down. This guy behaved like a complete tool and was mean to Beach for no good reason. That killed it for us and we high-tailed it outta there.

    This did not end our adventures, however, I must get some work done so I will continue our journey in yet another post…
     
  9. Beach Crazy

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    If my cappuccino were a captain and diet I’d almost swear I was back in Chefs car reciting quotes from Rainman. What a great time. Can’t wait to hear the rest.
     
  10. Jack21

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    Your royal thighness,

    I was going to respond to your TR account with responses to specific memorable quotes, but there are too damn many and I'd be here all day. Lest it be known you are a walking tempest, full of (party)sound and (sexual)fury, and frankly, I'm a little scared.

    If I lose track of this thread I'll just do a search, Keyword: lapdance

    Keep up the good work.
     
  11. sin

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    Some more buffoonery!

    Walking our way back up toward the Plaza, Beach spots a guy in a Packers jacket and immediately begins yelling “Go Packers!†at him, but he doesn’t ever turn around. We were chasing after him for quite some time and she eventually caught up with him. The guy was a grouch because he wasn’t all that friendly and excited about being accosted by another fan…dolt.

    At some point, Beach decided she wanted to get shrimp cocktail from the GG so we head inside and straight back to the snack bar. She orders an original and a jumbo and a diet soda, Patti gets a jumbo, I get a diet soda and Shock gets nothing (!?!). We choose a table and plunk down so that the ladies can partake of their seafood spread. It took Beach a while to decide, but she found that the original was better than the jumbo. She likes em small I guess. When she picks up her soda and takes a sip she is apparently insulted as she exclaims: “There’s no booze in that!†I ended up drinking her soda too.

    As we are sitting there being exceedingly loud and obnoxious, Beach tells us about her “special talent†which is something that only those that grew up in very small towns can do. Before we know it we’re getting a demonstration and she’s trying to get us to do very odd things with her. I cannot reveal what this talent is, but let me just say that it is quite amusing and will probably Patti’s ticket to MMIV. This talent is truly spectacular and makes us roll around laughing and nearly causes some strangers to walk into poles.

    After our adventure in the GG, we grab a cab and head back to NYNY to see if we can find Sticky who was Beach’s roommate because Beach had left her key locked in her room. Beach has a thing about being a “good driver†and tries her best to convince the driver to let her take the wheel, but being the smart man he is he refuses. This, of course, brings about another round of Rainman impressions and Beach can’t seem to stop telling Shock to shove things in his butt for some reason or another. The driver takes the long route and drives us down the Strip. This irritated Patti, but I told her, that as long as we were getting there, I didn’t care. It was right about this point when one my phone rings and its none other than Bedroom Eyes returning my call. He asks what we’re up to and I invite him to meet us at NYNY for some booze, but he declines and proceeds to give me crap about not being in bed asleep like “normal†people at 3:30 in the morning. I told him we are far from “normal†and that, for us, this was still early on the party trail.

    We get into NYNY and can’t find Mikey and Sticky anywhere so after a stop at the ladies room we head over to the Big Apple Bar where Beach informs us that her lady bartender is the only one you should order drinks from because the guy bartenders make drinks that taste like ass. I asked her if she knew what ass tasted like, and she informed me she didn’t but was pretty sure that if she did, it would taste just like the drinks the guys made. The four of us grabbed a seat in the bar and hung around chatting. At some point Patti and I got cappuccino and bailey’s with giant towers of whipped cream on top—can you say mmmm, mmmm good? Eventually Mikey called—he and Sticky were, where else, but playing PaiGow. We headed over to their table and then Patti, Shock and I said goodnight to the gang and headed back to the cab line. Patti and I hopped out at Wynn and Shock continued on to the Sahara. I seriously doubt any of us had the slightest problem getting to sleep once our heads hit the pillow.

    Sunday dawned bright and early, but that I must leave for another post sadly as I simply have to bill some hours today.
     
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    :kill: Your royal thighness!!!:kill:

    Well Jack/Eric I've never been referred to as a tempest before....I think I kinda like it!

    Oh, and no need to be afraid, I promise not to do physical damage:wink2:
     
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    It's a novel, but a great read. :thumbsup:

    Fair warning folks - Sin is the type that not only remembers, but remembers the details.
     
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    OK, Sin, Patti and Shock, not a word about this to anyone, remember? :nono:
     
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    Hey, I revealed nothing! NOTHING!
     
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    And I'm spent!

    Bright and early at 10:30 CoasterHubby called and woke me from my sound hour and a half of sleep to tell us he’d meet us downstairs at registration at noon. Yup, no rest for the weary. I took off downstairs to get Patti some coffee while she hopped in the shower. Lucky for us, we’d packed most of our crap earlier that morning before we hit the pillows. Upon my return I hopped in the shower and then we rushed about throwing the last of our stuff into our suitcases and checking the room an exceedingly large number of times to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind. Patti and I said a very tearful goodbye to the comforters, the robes, and the slippers and then maneuvered our luggage through the casino to registration.

    We were standing around waiting for CoasterHubby to finish check out when one of the employees came over to ask if we needed any help. Well, the obvious answer is yes, however I seriously doubt he had the sort of professional credentials it would take to help us, so we told him we were fine, just waiting for our Poker Stud to finish checking us out. He then asked us to point out our “cowboy,†which we did and CH was known as Poker Stud Cowboy for the rest of the journey.

    We hopped a cab to the Aladdin where we met up with Kikky who had already checked Patti in, however the room wouldn’t be ready until 3. Patti and I left our most valued possessions in the hands of the bell desk and then our foursome headed off to Paris. Kikky had made a 1:30 reservation at Mon Ami, but when we got there we just put ourselves on the patio list since the wait would mean we could sit on the patio at 1:30 instead of inside. We then hit up a bar for some drinks and Patti and I regaled the Coaster’s with our tales of the previous evening.

    None of the others had ever eaten on the MAG patio, so today was a perfect day for their first time. The sky was completely blue, the temperature was perfect, and the view of the fountains was great. After the other 3 ordered cocktails we discussed what to order and then it happened—Con ti Partido filled the air and the fountains began to dance. It was truly beautiful as always. Near the end our waitress came over to take our orders. Apparently that song can put certain people into a trance and neither Patti nor Kikky seemed to acknowledge her existence. After I ordered for Patti and myself, Poker Stud Cowboy ordered for Kikky and himself. It wasn’t long before I got a call from Chef who was sitting at the Stardust Villa Pool enjoying the peace and quiet. We talked about what our plans were for the day and then the food came. Talk about heaven on earth. We were all stuffed like pigs when we finally managed to waddle our way back to the Aladdin. Poker Stud Cowboy left us to head over to the B poker room and us three girls went to get Patti’s room key.

    While the room was not very spectacular, the view was magnificent! Kikky managed to score a strip view overlooking the fountains. After calling for our bags, we lazed about in the room. I needed a nap since I had the redeye out that night and a hearing at 10 a.m. Monday morning, so the girls left me there to head off to MGM and meet up with Silversmiff.

    A good while later I got a phone call from Surfer who had somehow managed to get of pee pee duty early and was already checked into the FlamingO. I moseyed my butt over there and we just dorked off until Patti called me. She and Shock showed up not too long after that and the four of us just hung out in Surfer’s room acting like a bunch of fools. It was around 7 and so we decided to head down to the LVC and grab some grub before I had to leave. We called Poker Stud Cowboy who met us up in the room then Surfer called Sticky who cabbed her cute butt down to the FlamingO then we split up into two cabs for the journey.

    Shock, PSC and I were in one cab following Patti, Surfer and Sticky in the other cab. We couldn’t see Patti’s head so we called to give them grief…next thing you know…eh, never mind. We arrived at the LVC and meandered out butts upstairs to the Upper Deck and proceeded to order. It was then that I realized I’d never called Chef back so, being as he was at the Plaza, we told him to come over and meet us, which he did. We had a great meal and some major laughs, but all too soon it was time for me to head back to the Aladdin to gather my stuff and hit the airport. Chef was kind enough to offer up his chauffer services and took off to pick up the car while the rest of us went down to wait for him. Patti and I stopped in the little girls room where I reminded her to get some tissue since she was certainly going to cry when the time came to say bye. She took the entire box with her when we left.

    Outside Sticky took a group picture of us just as Chef arrived. Hugs were given to everyone with a sad heart, I didn’t want to leave and let them have fun without me, but I had no choice. I saved Patti for last and once again she made me cry with her bawling. Good thing she took the whole box of tissue. I hopped into Chef’s chariot and waved goodbye to those wonderful people.

    Chef and I had a great heart to heart on the way back down the strip and I admit that my eyes welled up as I hugged him goodbye and promised to see him in March.

    After retrieving my stuff from Patti’s room I called Bedroom Eyes who came and drove me to the airport, which only cost $9 so not too bad. I waited in the never-ending skycap line then in the never-ending security line and barely made my flight even though I’d gotten there 2 hours early. As the plane pulled out onto the tarmac I took one final look at the city we all love so much and realized that I can’t wait to do it all over again in March.
     
  17. Beach Crazy

    Beach Crazy Hostess With the Mostess

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    :popcorn Great report, Sin. You sure do a fine job of remembering even the smallest of details.

    Can't wait to do it all again. :wink2:
     
  18. blackjack

    blackjack Monkey!!

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    Excellent report sin. Drinking is supposed to cause memory loss you know :poke: . Once again, you did not disappoint. :nworthy:

    I finally got it... yesterday :confused2:. Cingular's server must have been a little slow. :blink:

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    Hard to make it out, however, I still wish I was there. :drunk:
     
  19. sin

    sin VIP Whale

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    Sorry the quality is bad, the camera in my phone sucks. I wish you were there too because I have yet to accompany you to H&H....well, there's always March!
     
  20. Dean Martin

    Dean Martin VIP Whale

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    My thoughts exactly... you are one helluva story teller girl... and probably an even better friend... a girl of every mans dreams for sure..:nworthy:

    I can't recall ever reading a TR that made you feel so much like you were there... we don't do the all nighters like you guys but we must meet up sometime for a few drinks for sure...that bus sounds like a hoot - Dino
     
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