Viva Las Vegas
I went to Vegas for the first time in my life this weekend. I went with three girlfriends, and I had the pleasure of driving out there. I didn't mind and actually enjoyed the quiet hum of the road and the big skies of desert Nevada. I'm not going to go into too many details about the whole trip (for two reasons: 1) that whole "What happens in Vegas...etc" schtick and 2) it makes my life sound a whole lot more interesting if I pretend I have something to hide). But here were some highlights:
1) Gambling. I'm not a gambler. I am far too practical to waste money on gambling, so I brought $50 with me and that was just for food, drinks, and dancing. The first night I was there, I went up to the bar to get a drink, and a nice gentleman we had met there handed me $40 to pay for the drinks. The drinks were less than $20 however so we paid with one of the $20 bills and I went to hand back the other $20. I thought better of it though and just said "I'm going to hold onto this." I didn't have any pockets so I tucked the money into my bra discretely. (Oye, I totally took this guy's money for no good reason. Ha.) The next morning I woke up having forgotten about that whole incident, and discovered the $20 scratching me up still. Blissed with the discovery of a free $20, I went down to the casino, cashed in $10 of it into quarters, and then won $40 on a slot machine. All told I came away with a total of $50, and I didn't even have to spend my own money. HIGH ROLLER I tell you.
Typing that out made the story sound so scandalous but it was the most un-scandalous thing ever. I think just the fact that I put the $20 into my bra and not into a purse or a pocket makes it sound a little risque. But I just didn't have any pockets, and face it, that's what girls do. We put things into our bras when we need a spare holding place.
2) Dancing. I'm a big dancer. I don't like to drink alcohol when I dance. because it slows me down; this also has the added effect of making me completely intolerant to any guys trying to flirt or dance with me. We were on the VIP guest list at Studio 54 (smart thinking by my friends) so we got in free and didn't have to wait in the stupid line. I was a dance machine, basically. I hate it when people try to touch me when I dance though so I had to make sure to wave my hands in the air (like I just didn't care) to keep gross, sweaty guys away from me (I was gross and sweaty enough on my own). It was like swatting flies. I only stopped when my feet were just shy of giving out, and I think 4 am is a decent bedtime anyway. Drinking only water all night long helped me last that long, but it didn't exactly make me the friendliest girl on the dance floor. Whatever. I liked having a little orbit around me where no one would come near. I could spin and flail and kick and whatever without fear. The only person I deigned worthy to dance with me was a professional dancer who I think worked there. That was fun, and also kind of flattering. But for every one professional, classy dancer there I must have brushed off fifty drooling mouth-breathers who actually thought "Nice ass" was a good come on.
3) Blisters. I spent all day Thursday in San Francisco, walking around and seeing sights. I had a free trip to San Fran to enjoy and was just wearing the WRONG shoes. My feet became red, raw and blistered from the non-stop constitutional and I paid for it dearly in Vegas (what with the dancing and all). My feet need a pretty serious foot massage, or a new layer of skin, or something. Dang.
So yeah. Not exactly scandalous. My friends stayed out both nights until 7 am, but I was an early bird myself. Which is cool - I'm a low-key player. It was pretty fun. I'd do it again. There's so much to see in Vegas...maybe 3 more trips and I think I'll have done all I want to do, until I get so much money I can stay at the penthouse in Mandalay Bay. That hotel is beautiful.
1) Gambling. I'm not a gambler. I am far too practical to waste money on gambling, so I brought $50 with me and that was just for food, drinks, and dancing. The first night I was there, I went up to the bar to get a drink, and a nice gentleman we had met there handed me $40 to pay for the drinks. The drinks were less than $20 however so we paid with one of the $20 bills and I went to hand back the other $20. I thought better of it though and just said "I'm going to hold onto this." I didn't have any pockets so I tucked the money into my bra discretely. (Oye, I totally took this guy's money for no good reason. Ha.) The next morning I woke up having forgotten about that whole incident, and discovered the $20 scratching me up still. Blissed with the discovery of a free $20, I went down to the casino, cashed in $10 of it into quarters, and then won $40 on a slot machine. All told I came away with a total of $50, and I didn't even have to spend my own money. HIGH ROLLER I tell you.
Typing that out made the story sound so scandalous but it was the most un-scandalous thing ever. I think just the fact that I put the $20 into my bra and not into a purse or a pocket makes it sound a little risque. But I just didn't have any pockets, and face it, that's what girls do. We put things into our bras when we need a spare holding place.
2) Dancing. I'm a big dancer. I don't like to drink alcohol when I dance. because it slows me down; this also has the added effect of making me completely intolerant to any guys trying to flirt or dance with me. We were on the VIP guest list at Studio 54 (smart thinking by my friends) so we got in free and didn't have to wait in the stupid line. I was a dance machine, basically. I hate it when people try to touch me when I dance though so I had to make sure to wave my hands in the air (like I just didn't care) to keep gross, sweaty guys away from me (I was gross and sweaty enough on my own). It was like swatting flies. I only stopped when my feet were just shy of giving out, and I think 4 am is a decent bedtime anyway. Drinking only water all night long helped me last that long, but it didn't exactly make me the friendliest girl on the dance floor. Whatever. I liked having a little orbit around me where no one would come near. I could spin and flail and kick and whatever without fear. The only person I deigned worthy to dance with me was a professional dancer who I think worked there. That was fun, and also kind of flattering. But for every one professional, classy dancer there I must have brushed off fifty drooling mouth-breathers who actually thought "Nice ass" was a good come on.
3) Blisters. I spent all day Thursday in San Francisco, walking around and seeing sights. I had a free trip to San Fran to enjoy and was just wearing the WRONG shoes. My feet became red, raw and blistered from the non-stop constitutional and I paid for it dearly in Vegas (what with the dancing and all). My feet need a pretty serious foot massage, or a new layer of skin, or something. Dang.
So yeah. Not exactly scandalous. My friends stayed out both nights until 7 am, but I was an early bird myself. Which is cool - I'm a low-key player. It was pretty fun. I'd do it again. There's so much to see in Vegas...maybe 3 more trips and I think I'll have done all I want to do, until I get so much money I can stay at the penthouse in Mandalay Bay. That hotel is beautiful.
posted by The Semi-Pro Chef at Sunday, October 16, 2005
2 Comments:
I think that in Vegas everybody keeps their money in their bras, even the guys. But ya know, for your Thursday day trip you should have emailed ahead – I coulda given you a tour of SF’s finest crackhouses and shooting galleries. After all they’re just in the apartment next door to me!
Gheeze, now I guess I’m not gonna try “nice ass” as a pickup line…
Sounds like you definitely caught the "No thank you...creep" rush. What's a nice beguiler like you doing sitting in a cubicle all day long? :-)
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