Viva Las Vegas

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Vegas was an absolute blast…much thanks given to my partner in crime. I had a pretty busy week, working 12 hours a day on my feet, so I was pretty worried I was going to be a party pooper when Celyne got there, but once we got settled into our really crappy hotel, I perked up and had fun!

Immediately after arriving at my Hotel on Monday, my skirt was blown straight over my head when I exited the cab. Not only was I with a coworker who took the same flight, but it was right in front of a limo with three young business men in designer suits exiting it. One of them looked at us coyly and said “Don’t worry, I only peeked a little “. And he was hot. After unpacking, I got ready for dinner. It was another coworkers 40th birthday so we headed to an upper crust sushi restaurant in the Palms hotel. For 6 people our bill was nearly that much in hundreds! The birthday boy unluckily got to pee next to Shaquille O’Neill (talk about intimidating huh?!) before we headed up to the Ghost Bar which was on the 55th floor over looking all of Vegas. I felt like I was at a Hollywood party. Needless to say, I got a little tanked. Tuesday was my first day in the showroom….and I have to say, I came out of that hangover like a champ! Regardless of the long hours, I did enjoy the tradeshow, and hope I get to do many more.

Celyne flew in Thursday night. My plan was to skip dinner with my coworkers, order room service and nap till she got in so I would feel like going out when she got to my hotel. I knew I had to work a half day Friday and I didn’t need to do it hung-over or Friday night was going to be a right-off too. Well… I did it ALL up. Had a shower, put on the hotel housecoat, wrapped my hair in a towel, and ate my room service lying in bed. It was unbelievable! I placed my tray outside of my room to get picked up, but not before I heard the door shut behind me.

Yup…

You guess it.

I locked myself out of my room in nothing but a housecoat and a towel on my head. It took about 20 minutes to find someone to call the Concierge at get a Bellboy up there… band there were probably about 10 people who walked by and saw me standing there, but I assumed that my embarrassment would be short lived.

Not so.

Celyne arrived and we headed out to the strip. We then met up with my coworkers at the Pussy Cat Dolls Lounge at Caesars Palace (I think). One of my coworkers had brought up her niece who in turn brought a friend who in turn happened to be one of the ‘strangers’ on the hall who were lucky enough to see me in the housecoat.

Good times.

Friday, after work, Celyne and I checked into the Sahara (note worthy: do not stay there) and decided to walk down the strip. Everything looks so damn close, but that’s not the case. We probably walked 3 miles in the sweltering heat of the afternoon! But, we did manage to get some clothes at Ross, 2 feet tall water bottles (snicker…WATER…snicker) that had their own neck tie to wear around our necks, and some knick knacks to take home. By the time we arrived back at the Sahara (after cabbing it back of course) I was pretty hammered. Celyne couldn’t get the taste of her Bloody Mary out of her water bottle so she was feeling sick. Regardless, we had some funny moments yelling at people (ok, I yelled at people crossing the street illegally, SHE yelled at guys staring at my tits) and some more funny moments ‘pretending’ to bang on our neighbor’s hotel door. They were cute, and I was drunk. Whatev.

Saturday we did the smartest thing we could have ever done. We bought all-day monorail tickets. Not only is it air conditioned, but it stops at almost every casino. I came home the same color I left because I rarely had to step outside! Ahhh… the life! We went to Madame Toussad’s Wax Museum and had a blast. I have pictures, but can’t post them on here for some stupid reason. My work computer has some kind of block on the blogger sites. Fuckers. Inside the wax museum was the ‘House of Horrors’…just ask Celyne about it because she tells the story much better than I can. Unbelievable. And embarrassing (for me).

I wish I could say we partied our faces off on Saturday night, but the truth is, Celyne fell asleep at 7:30 and I had a bath. She woke up at 8:30 and we stayed up watching TV till like 11, but we didn’t leave our room. Sometimes, when you’re exhausted (and completely broke from losing all your money at Deal or no Deal, and a little bit of blackjack) relaxing in your room in Vegas is your only option.

Sunday we sat at the pool until our shuttle arrived. Funny thing is, we got buzzed from a Coors Lite and a Vodka Cran and 7. We are such lightweights when we avoid the buffet!

So our trip was low-key, but so much fun! Next time, we should plan for more of us ladies to go…and plan on budgeting MUCH more money as well.

Who’s in?