Well my friends, I have so much reading to do this week it isn't even funny. Last year we didn't have this much, so I've been blindsided. Anyway, I'm going to put the trip up day-by-day, because I want to get you all something, but don't have time to write up the whole thing. The first day was the most mellow in terms of partying and is fairly boring, but has the most gambling in it. Let’s begin at the beginning, shall we? Bliss (Vegas name) cruised up to my homestead at 6am on Thursday, we loaded my luggage into her trunk, (for those wondering I took one full size suitcase, one duffel bag full of shoes-9 pair, and one beach bag full of toiletries), headed to the nearest Starbucks and hopped on the road. It is generally about an 8 hour drive from here to Vegas and we only stopped once, at the halfway mark in Flagstaff, to get gas and food. All told we spent $60 on gas for the entire trip. We hit the new construction near the dam, but still managed to roll into town after 7 ½ hours. Stopped at the In N Out in Henderson for my burger and then off to our hotel-The Tropicana. Upon arrival there was a huge check-in line. Even though it was only 2, you would have thought it was 3, but the line moved pretty quickly and we only waited about 20 minutes. We didn’t ask for any upgrades and our only request was that our room overlook the parking lot (Bliss has a thing about her car). Checked in, paid for the room, and off we went to grab our luggage. We had a Garden Room and I must say I was surprised at how large it was. The bathroom was pretty standard in size, the closet was huge-more than enough room for us, there were 2 beds, a couch, coffee table, large desk, and one nightstand. There was a lot of room to move about and, of course, our little balcony which was nice as we smoked out there the whole time. It was great to have a window that would open in Vegas too! The room was on par with a Motel 6 or Super 8 as far as quality. It was very clean and came with an iron, ironing board, blow dryer, and safe. For $200 I was left feeling like we got a really great value on the room. After unpacking, making the requisite phone calls home, showering, changing, and resting for about ½ hour we were off to the tables. Bliss’ mom plays roulette and so that is what we played. She even gave us with a little strategy she had worked out when we called her. We sat down and bought in for $20 ($5 chips, not $1), when we left the table about an hour later we had our original $20 back and were up $135. To celebrate we decided to go to a nice dinner at Mon Ami Gabi and buy ourselves a bottle of wine-thank you Tropicana. We walked down to Paris, put ourselves on the patio list and decided to hit the roulette tables there while we waited. Bought in for $20 (again $5 chips) and when we left about 40 minutes later to check on our table we had won our $20 back and were up about $120. NICE. It was obvious that we didn’t know a whole lot about what we were doing, and one guy says to me, “I’m going to take all your money ladies.†My response was, “Maybe we’ll take all of yours.†This large-brained individual comes back with, “Okay let’s go upstairs.†NICE. Way to show your class there bubbah! The lady pit boss didn’t take kindly to that and told him that he better keep his mouth shut if he wanted to continue to play at her tables. Jerk. We got our seat on the patio, and knowing very little about wine, I let Bliss choose our bottle. She picked out a nice red with the help of our waiter. We ordered the lemon chicken as Bliss doesn’t eat steak, and a side of green beans. After hearing what those of you who have eaten at Mon Ami Gabi have said about the portions we decided to share the meal. This was a great call as we were both stuffed afterwards and didn’t even finish our green beans. The food was spectacular, the view was awesome, and our waiter was excellent. The wine sure did the trick too, because we left there hammered! In our drunken state we decided to head down to the Flaming-O, another suggestion from Bliss’ mom, and play craps. We found a table with 2 people on it and were standing there watching and trying to decide if this was something we could do while drunk off our asses. The pit boss came over to us and handed us some cards with the rules on it. That was very nice, and I would have really appreciated it sober, but being drunk I couldn’t even read it. We decided what the hell and bought in for $20. After making a few pass line bets we were up a little and then the die came to me. The table was now full, so I apologized to everyone in advance and threw. I rolled four 7’s and then an 11 before setting the point at 6. I then proceeded to roll another 6. Next up I rolled a 9 and then crapped out on the next roll. Bliss rolled an 11 then set the point at 4. She rolled a couple of times and hit her point. Next she set the point at 9 and then crapped out on the next roll. We decided we were both way to drunk to continue standing there, so we colored up, $90. Not bad considering I forgot to place any odds bets. We walked back down towards the Tropicana and met many, many boys along the way. We stopped to chat with each of them, and they each tried to get us to go out to a club (or to their room), but at this point we were already trashed and had been awake for 21 hours so we enjoyed them while they were around, but headed for our own beds. Can I just say that there were some amazingly gorgeous boys there. So many that Bliss and I started to joke about the whiplash we were going to have by the end of the trip from whipping around so fast and so often. All in all today was a Very Good Day.
Good Report so far! I love the drunken walks back to your hotel!! There is nothing better than walking down the strip, being drunk, and talking to boys! Can't wait for the rest!
Wow Sin, I wish I had the ability to remember the details of my craps sessions like you can. When I am drunk I'm lucky to know if I won or lost. Looking forward to the rest of your report.
Wow, there is so much info on day two that I am splitting this one up into a day portion and a night portion. Enjoy! Today begins bright and early at 10 am. Yes, Bliss and I actually manage to get in almost 8 hours of sleep. After realizing that we had basically missed the breakfast buffets due to the time it would take us to shower and get ready to face the world in a manner that wouldn’t offend 99% of it, we decided to go to Denny’s. So over we head, put our names on the list, and after about 10 minutes we sat down and ordered the Denver Scramble, coffee, diet cokes, and water. Reflecting on it now, that drink order seems a bit over-the-top, doesn’t it? After wolfing down our food we decide to head back to the Trop and hit the pool. After changing and gathering the necessities: cigarettes, lighters, gum, cell-phones, and lip gloss (note that the key ingredient missing here is sun block) we head on down to the pool area. As we are walking out of the hotel into the rather lush pool area we notice people with plastic football drinks. Thinking this would be a good amount of alcohol for a couple of hours by the pool and a souvenir to boot, we head over to the bar area. We ordered a large bottle of water and two drinks that consisted of rum, vodka, banana crème, and tequila. I don’t remember the name, but from now on they will be referred to as Tropical- Death-Bombs. After walking about for a bit, and viewing the amazingly good looking boys, we found chairs in the third row from the pool-thanks to two very friendly boys who gave up their close spot for us and moved way up back into the grass. Well, I guess I should say the moved their stuff up to the grass and then proceeded to come right back to us and plop themselves down on the ends of our loungers. They were from Australia, and I must say that accent absolutely melts me. Actually, most foreign accents do that to me as does the accent of a Brooklyn/Bronx Italian-super macho-I treat women like crap-boy (don’t ask, because I can’t explain it). Anyway, we sit around talking and laughing and drinking our water like good girls, oh and also drinking those Tropical-Death-Bombs. Bliss and I decide that the Africa-heat is killing us and so we hop in the pool. While we were gone our new Australian friends apparently found some girls that were more fun than we were (read-looser if you know what I mean) and left. Just as well because two gorgeous men take the seats that had opened next to us. Being the friendly person I am I strike up a conversation with them. They were from Portland and had ordered some other Tropical sounding drink. The Tropical-Death-Bombs tasted like crap, but after paying $12 each we were determined to drink them. Upon being informed of this one of our new friends asks for a drink, I hand it over, he sips, and then says, “Wow, you ladies sure are impressive. That thing is so strong that I’d be drunk if I’d had as much as you two have.†Odd we tell him, we aren’t even buzzed. At this point the Tropical-Death-Bombs were about half gone. We continue to chat to the Portland hunks until it is time for them to go clean up for some bachelor party event they had. Bliss and I decide another dip in the pool is in order. Upon our emergence we spy some new cute boys seated near us. As we reclaim our loungers, I notice that one of these new boys has a football drink that is purple in color. Again I strike up a conversation by noting that the Tropical-Death-Bombs are disgusting. He offers me a sip of the purple-football concoction and it is quite tasty. I offer him a sip of the Tropical-Death-Bomb and he immediately makes a face and compliments Bliss and I for our ability to hold our booze. Odd we tell him, we aren’t even buzzed. At this point, we’ve been at the pool about 2 hours and the Tropical-Death-Bombs are about ¾ drained. It is approximately 3 pm. These boys are locals who are slathering on the sun block and are amazed when we tell them we haven’t put any on. Being from Albuquerque, it is hard to get a tan, much less a burn in Vegas. We sit around chatting for a while and our Tropical-Death-Bombs have a bout a ¼ inch of fluid in them. Odd, I say to Bliss, I’m barely even buzzed. She agrees. It is now approximately 4pm. We continue to talk to our new friends and decide it is time to take another dip, but first we must find the ladies room. We stand up and begin to head in the direction of the ladies room when, low and behold, the Tropical-Death-Bombs kick in. And when I say kick I REALLY mean it. Halfway to the ladies room we both begin to stagger quite drunkenly. By the time we finish our business and head back to the loungers we are both barely able to stand. Knowing that this is not a good sign, we say goodbye to our new friends and head back to our room. It is now 5pm. After several attempts at finding our room we finally make it and all we can do is collapse on our beds. Noting the time, we decide this doesn’t bode well for the evening festivities and we decide to order room service to soak up some of the alcohol that is currently poisoning our systems. Bliss gets a chicken sandwich and I get the club sandwich. Both were very good, and I really think I’d feel the same even if I weren’t drunk. Room service was efficient and the guy didn’t even laugh when I hit myself in the head with door while trying to open it. It is now that I feel the need to drunk dial my friend who tells me later that she couldn’t even understand me because I was so drunk and that she was worried I might die. Well, Bliss decides to nap for a while and we decide that we will get up and get ready at 7:30. I am afraid that if I fall asleep I will not get up for the evenings festivities so I watch some Olympics until Bliss awakens. At this point I am no longer drunk, yet still pretty buzzed. We get our lazy butts up and in the shower to begin the ritual of drunken make-up application, which as you may guess, takes about 4 times longer than normal, and requires many face-washes and reapplications. Finally done with that, we move on to hairstyling, which again takes about 4 times longer than normal. Finally we begin outfit selection. Meanwhile, Bliss has some friends in town and we all decide to meet at the Palms and head to Ghost bar. After 4 outfit changes, I finally settle on one and we are out the door. TBC
Ut oh -- Can't wait for the rest .. Sounds like Sin is getting ready to tear Vegas up .. Can't wait fot the rest of the story
I'm really enjoying your report and your writing style. I laughed several times. Looking forward to the future installments. [ August 27, 2004, 08:30 AM: Message edited by: Coecat ]
Are you going to share the roulette 'system', or is there a 1-900 number I need to call? A duffle with nine pairs of shoes? I know what you weren't yelling at the craps table...
I am interested in that roulette"system" too!! I always think I have a system but somehow the table always manages to let me know different. Great report so far!!
Well, we finally come to day 3. This was by far the best day in my non-gambling adventures because it involved a whole lot of nothing. Enjoy! Bliss and I awaken at 11. Drag our butts out of bed and get ready to hit the strip. We decide to go to the Brew Pub at MC for some food, so off we head. The place is nearly empty, but we are seated next to a table full of very good-looking boys. Curious, I say to Bliss and she agrees. After perusing the menu we decide to split appetizers and order the Quesadilla and the Nachos. I get the red beer and she gets the wheat. Our beer arrives and I’m sorely disappointed in mine, but Bliss’ is pretty tasty. As we’re waiting for our food, I can’t resist the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the boys next to us. Turns out they were at Rain last night and I have apparently already hung out with them. I somehow feel that they are messing with us and must have overheard our conversation earlier because I don’t remember any of these people and I don’t forget things when I’m drunk-never have. Anyway I’m sitting there pumping them for information-What were we wearing? What was I drinking? etc. and up walks my cute snowboarder! Now I realize that these were the friends he was meeting and I don’t really know the other ones. WHEW! Alzheimer’s was creeping in on me for a moment there. Apparently, they saw us coming and asked to have us seated by them. I’m flattered that my snowboarder even remembered my face, and Bliss strikes up a conversation with the rest of the boys just as our food is arriving. We drag our table over and dig in. NOTE: We may be girls, but we are not afraid to eat in front of anyone! Heck, if Tom Cruise wanted to sit down at our table, we would still consume food at our usual voracious pace! The Quesedilla was fabulous! We were wishing we’d ordered one each! The nachos were also very tasty. So we’re sitting and eating and drinking and talking when one of our new friends decides he wants a lap dance. I volunteer that a trip to Cheetahs or some such might be in order. Bliss doesn’t want to go so we all decide to scrap that idea. It will come back to haunt us. So we finish our food and beer and head off to shop for tee shirts. Our twosome is now a group and we wander about the Polynesian market thingy looking for stuff Bliss can buy for friends and family. After not finding anything, we head out and are CHASED by a time-share guy. Now, I had a few options here, but being that we were with new friends I decide not to do the Conehead shriek and opt for the very loud statement, “Go Away little timeshare guy!†Everyone cracks up at this. Well, everyone except for timeshare guy who is highly insulted and wants to know why I would think he was trying to sell me something. “Could be the Fairfield on your shirt, dumb ass.†was my reply. After finding stuff to buy we decide to walk over to the M&M store. I’m such a big kid that I can’t resist this place. After some buffoonery inside, Bliss and I get a picture with the Yellow M&M and we’re off. The lap dance topic comes up again and is again shot down. I must admit that I am disappointed since I LOVE the nudie bar, but Virgin’s should always get their way. We wander around for a while, picking up several Corona’s along the way. Eventually, our thoughts turn to plans for the evening. After the sardine-like experience of the previous night we opt for the casino lounges. We tell the boys we need to go back to our room and get ready and they decide to wait for us in the casino. Wow, these boys have the wherewithal of saints. I’m ready first and so I head out to let our new friends know it will be at least another half hour. They’re all settled into the roulette table and not worried about how long it will take. I start to head back to the room, but decide to grab a Corona from the sundries shop. Well, my snowboarder follows me and says he wants to check out the pool, so I call Bliss and let her know where I’ll be, tell her to call me when she’s ready and I’ll head back to the room. The pool area is deserted. Apparently, the Trop pool isn’t open 24/7 any more. Well we pull out a couple of loungers and sit around drinking and talking. I mention my disappointment with the lack of nudie bar action this trip and my snowboarder says he’ll give me a lap dance. This thought is hilarious to me and so I agree. Now, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Generally I prefer dances from women, but this was pretty darn good! Not only did he work all the standard dance moves, he also got naked for me. NICE! Well it was about the time that his boxers hit the ground that Bliss calls. Snowboarder gets dressed and I leave him at the tables with his friends while I go and collect Bliss. A quick stop for some more Corona’s and I’m headed back to the room. We decide to go to the Tuscany restaurant for dinner and are pleasantly surprised. The fettuccini is quite tasty. We rejoin the boys who didn’t want to spend restaurant money at the tables and decide to walk over to the Excalibur to check out their tables. The minimums were low, especially for a Saturday, but the odds sucked. Regardless, the place was packed. Every last table was open and every seat was taken. There were many, many people waiting for a seat too. We head over to NYNY for some more shopping where we can’t help but be exceedingly obnoxious about buying very large frozen pina coladas. We wander about and then decide it’s time to head over to the MGM. We end up in the lounge thingy. Great mix of hip hop, 80’s, disco, and top 40 playing, so we belly up to the bar and begin the serious drinking! While nothing exceedingly decadent happened while we were there, I will note the funniest thing we saw. There was a very drunk guy trying to get all the girls to dance with him. At some point a very large, very drunk lady decided she wanted to dance and so they had their drunk rhythm less fun. A little while later Mr. Drunk is dancing with a very small lady when Ms. Drunk decides she needs to dance again. She walks over, pushes this poor girl half way across the dance floor then proceeds to knee Mr. Drunk in the groin. This wasn’t the funny part-this is where we all started thinking it was time for Ms. Drunk to leave, but then the band comes on and we forget about her. The singer comes down into the audience and is singing his song about moving to Vegas when he comes upon Ms. Drunk. He’s talking to her and we all see the look on her face. We start yelling, Move or you’re going to get a knee to your balls! He doesn’t heed the warning and before you know it we see the knee begin to rise. Disaster is ahead, but alas, he moves on and narrowly avoids the knee that is now hanging mid-air. Well, at least it was funny to us drunken fools. After awhile, I lose Bliss and the other boys-don’t know how-so I decide I’ll just head out to the casino-she’ll call eventually. I’m wandering about when I meet up with my snowboarder again who says they have all gone into Studio 54. Not wanting any part of that, we decide to go wander about the strip aimlessly. That didn’t work so well as we end up back at Excalibur. We head upstairs, get some Corona’s and find a bench. We talk forever about the mundane until my phone rings. Bliss is ready for bed. We head back to pick her up and part company with our new friends. Back in the room, I am informed she isn’t ready for bed, just ready to be away from these guys. Nothing bad happened; she just felt that we’d spent enough time with them. Fair enough. We head down the strip to the Cantina where we get strawberry margaritas and chips y queso. When we’re done we notice it is now 4:30 am and we must leave tomorrow and drive home. Back to our room where we pack and collapse into bed. We are up at 11 on the road by 12. Quick stop at BK for some road food and off we go. It took us 8 hours to get home because of a Starbucks run in Flagstaff where the idiots behind the counter felt the need to chit chat and ignore the 20+ people in line. UGH! We arrived home safe and sound with plans to return soon. [ September 11, 2004, 09:32 AM: Message edited by: sin ]
Hmmmm...seems you are living up to your moniker. Nice finish to a very interesting trip report. This is the point where there is the begging for photos, although I'll skip the nude snowboarder myself. Find it curious in recent years how "girls" now refer to grown men as "boys." I guess turnabout is fairplay...don't really find it offensive...just kind of makes me snicker. Anyway...glad you all had fun.
So I have to ask....Snowboarder got naked for you but *nothing* happened? Or did you just leave out the juicy details? (oops...no pun intended!)
Suzi...you're a girl after my own heart...my thoughts exactly! I do think there is a little more to the story here Sin...or at least I'd like to think so... Dino
Well now. I would like to advise you all to view my pre-trip report entitled "Don't hate me because I'm leaving." I do believe I noted in it that there would probably be details on my trip that I wouldn't be able to post. Narration often leads you down a path, but leaves the destination to your imagination.
