“…harshin’ my mellow!”
The Good, The Bad and The Ugly all rolled into one super long post.
I finally made it to Las Vegas!! I had wanted to go for my 21st birthday and beyond, but I didn’t make it until my 36th birthday. That’s ok. Overall it was a pretty good trip.
I hadn’t been on a plane since before 9/11. Security lines were long, but they moved relatively quickly. I didn’t even have to go through the scanner thingy.
The first thing I noticed on stepping out of the airport doors in Nevada was the air felt and smelled different. It was even noticeably drier, even though I’m from Colorado, so that’s saying something!
My hotel prize for the karaoke contest I won ended up being at the Riviera, which (at the time of this writing,) just closed its doors for good after 60 years. I’m actually kind of glad I got to stay here. I didn’t get to see any of the shows offered or anything but I did gamble a little in the casino. The hotel room was small but clean, no frills. But no one goes to Vegas to sleep, right??
The night staff there was absolutely amazing. The day staff can all lick my dirty ass, however. (With the exception of one man who was in in his early 80s. He’d been working there for something like 40 years, I think he said. He was very, very cool.)
So, the first night there, my friend and I went to the lounge/restaurant in Ellis Island Casino for karaoke. It was fun. We both had Long Islands which were nice and strong. We also split the chicken tender appetizer and the shrimp cocktail appetizer. Oh My GOODNESS those were some big ol’ tasty shrimp. The chicken was really good too.
In the casino area, I won 75 bucks on a slot machine. And out of the few casinos I visited, this was the only one I found that still did birthday promotions, so I got a cute little wine rack deal with a foil remover and corkscrew. I also got a button that said, “It’s My Birthday, Buy Me A Drink” but no one but Girlfriend #1 did.
On our way back to the hotel we stopped in a random off strip bar that was very obviously locals. All people my erm, complexion. And yet I actually felt a bit uncomfortable. It was a little ghetto. The drink specials were cool though. I had a 4 buck Patron shot! After a stop at a liquor store we headed back to the hotel. We stopped at the Banana Leaf café and I got some kind of frozen fruity thing in a yard tall souvenir cup that I quite promptly spilled all over myself. I got to drink most of it, anyway. After my buddy laid down to get some rest I wandered the casino a bit and got a few shots at the Banana Leaf. The bartender there was really nice and really pretty!
I tried to wait up for some friends (The Guy and Girlfriend #2) that were driving out to meet us. I ended up falling asleep for a while as it took longer than we all expected for them to arrive. The two people were definitely not friends by the time they got there.
So, the day of my actual birthday I was very excited. I thought it would be the best birthday ever. I don’t really celebrate much of anything anymore, but this has always been my special day. More years than most are spectacularly bad.
Anyway, GF2 needed to rest after the drive from CO to NV, so GF1, TG and I decided to get day passes for the local bus. I’m not sure what all went on that afternoon. I know that at one point I think GF1 needed to rest for a while. I know I ended up going up to Fremont Street by myself. I saw some buskers, played $20 bucks even in the Golden Nugget and wandered a bit. I’d been drinking all day on little food so my timeline is a bit messed up. (Also, it’s been two months.) I remember at one point hanging out with TG but when I was supposed to meet up with him after the Golden Nugget, we ended up missing each other.
(I really want to try this if I get the chance to go back to Las Vegas)
At any rate, I took the bus back to the big strip and wandered for a while. I had tried to find some pizza place that offered a free birthday pizza, but got lost in the mall it was located in. Once I finally found it, it was only to find out that I had to order in and couldn’t just get it to go. I didn’t want to eat by myself and I was so tired and in pain from walking all over.
I ended up in the bathroom at the mall sobbing until my eyes were swollen. I left a pathetic message to my mom’s voice mail (like some little kid away at summer camp) that I wanted to come home. The little flip-flop sandals I had bought at a souvenir shop were killing my feet so I kicked them off in some alleyway. Thinking that I wouldn’t be able to ride the bus without shoes, (it occurs to me now that the driver probably wouldn’t have noticed,) I ended up walking most of the way back to the hotel barefoot. Only one person noticed, and him and his girlfriend laughed when I kind of casually shrugged it off. I finally made it to another shop and bought a cheap pair to get back to the hotel.
Anyway, I met up with GF1 and for my birthday dinner she treated the other three of us to Pampas Grill. It was SO FANTASTICALLY DELICIOUS!! All the little waiter guys were super hot too, HA! We had a drink called Caipirinha made with a Brazilian liquor called Cachaça. I tried all three variations the lady offered, Lime, Strawberry and Pineapple. I like the original lime the best. Anyway, I don’t think I’ve ever been so stuffed with food in my life! I went out for a cigarette after dinner and somehow an accessory on my shirt got stuck in a crack on the sidewalk. A man standing to the side saw and had to laugh. I told him, “see, you can go back home and tell everyone about the woman who got stuck to the sidewalk in Las Vegas!”
I should have remembered that public buses, or at least the people that ride them suck ass. We all decided to go back up to Fremont street, because I had seen a sign for a bar that had karaoke that I wanted to check out. There was some ghetto ass bitch on the bus that was so loud and obnoxious and ghetto that I had to get off the bus before I fucking socked her in the face. GF2 got off the bus after me and we went back to the hotel for a bit. After a few drinks there, I changed into more fun clothing and we met the other two up at Fremont. I ended up getting there too late for the karaoke bar, but on the bus this time there was a beautiful girl named Ty (Tai??) I don’t know how she spelled it but she was absolutely gorgeous, a young goddess. Turquoise/Hazel eyes, golden skin, beautiful cheekbones, super cute curly pixie haircut, body to DIE for. I hope one day I see her again, just to look at her.
So once GF2 and I arrived, GF1 took me to the D to experience a flair bartender (omg that was so fucking cool!!) and I had a 32 ounce drink with the scary name of Adios Motherfucker. (I’ve had them back home and the story is you have two and it’s “adios, mofo!”) This drink was so tasty and so strong that I had to take a damn CIGARETTE BREAK halfway through. So we watched the bar top dancers for a minute then strolled on down to the Dancing DJ and had some fun there. Later I started wandering a little ahead of the group and got propositioned by a really cute little goth boy busker. I wish I could have taken him up on it!! (Unfortunately, that was the week Mother Nature decided to remind me that I am indeed a woman of childbearing years, ugh)
I got separated from the girls and ended up hanging for a little while with The Guy and some really sketchy dudes. Eventually we all met up again, managed to ditch the sketchy people and headed back towards the strip. Before I went to bed, even though it was technically after midnight, I still found a hot dude to make out with. (Score!!)
The last day was just souvenir shopping and wandering until it was time to hit the airport. We had to rearrange our pairings to be more, eh, compatible.
So, Vegas. It was good, mostly.