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THE WORLD THROUGH MY EYES

You may see things differently, but this is how I view my life.

7/15/2005

SATURDAY NIGHT IN VEGAS

Saturday night was all about the Bachelorette. Since she didn’t join us Friday night, we had some making up to do. First we started by plastering her room with men and penises. Lot’s and lot’s of men and their penises and of course the blow up doll with the 18” penis. The only gross thing about it was they got the pictures from gay porn magazines. So I saw men doing things to each other, that I’ve never seen before. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

After having quite a few cocktails decorating Jenill’s room, and surprising her with all the penises in her room, we went downstairs to the Pub for dinner. If you haven’t been to the Monte Carlo Pub, I highly recommend it. Every time I’ve gone there, it’s been a blast! This time was no let down, except for the fact we had to high tail it out of there at 10:30 in order to catch our ride to OG (Olympic Garden). More about that later…. Back to The Pub. We walk in, and the first thing we run into was a Bachelor Party. Well, Jenill had a spinner on her chest, where the guys could spin and follow the instructions of the spinner. Our first victim spun, and it said “Dance with a friend”. Since I was standing closest to the guy, he took me, spun me around then dipped me all the way to the floor. It was quite fun.

We sat at our table, and my sister quickly checked the room for the next victim, which happened to be a really hot guy from San Jose. He was a good sport, and all the girls loved him. I think he spun “Dance With a Friend” too. But I barely remember because at this point I has pretty hammered. I think my sister danced with him, and then Carrie (who by the way is married) stole him from my sister (being the attention whore that she is), which really pissed me off. This was just the beginning of her pissing me off for the rest of the night. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the girl. She’s been one of my best friends for something like 16 years. (Holy shit, has it been that long?) And we’ve gone through a lot of shit together. Marriage, kids, divorce, dealing with ex’s, I mean EVERYTHING. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at her for a night. I got over it.

I get a call around 10:15, our driver calls to tell me that he’s waiting for us already. We were trying to get our bill. I finally get all the girls out the door, and of course they have to say good bye to the guys, get off the dance floor, go pee, etc. We were late getting on the party bus and our driver was not happy. We were a pretty wild bunch on the party bus. Girls who tried dancing in the isle, quickly realized that wasn’t a good time, when the driver came to a stop and the girls all fell.

We finally arrived at OG, paid the $20 cover charge, and we got bombarded by strippers. They all swooped on us like fat kids on cake. (I was going to use “fly’s on shit” but that would mean we were the shit, didn’t sound good. I’d rather be cake). I think we all had the word “Suckers” written on our foreheads, because I know those dudes could hustle a Bachelorette Party down to our last dollar bill. Only they don’t take dollar bills, they take $20’s. I’ve NEVER EVER been to a strip club. Oh, I take that back, I went to one in Ensenada, but that was just for a laugh.

Jenill sat down, and I immediately put dollar bills all over her. Well, had I known, it’s going to take more than just dollar bills to get the strippers to give her a lap dance I would have saved my money. It was like extra tips for them, when they make $20 every five minutes. Being a rookie to strip clubs, this was an eye opener to never go back. It would have been way cheaper to go to a night club and buy myself $10 drinks all night. I left the club with $11, just enough cab fare to get us back to our hotel.

Anyways, Jenill got up on stage and got the dance of her life, by the hottest guy in the club. It was a lot of fun, and as long as Jenill had a good time, then that’s all that matters.

After OG, we met Sam at the Mandalay Bay. He got us into this exclusive “pool party”, but it was actually a swingers party. Apparently, there was a “swingers” convention at the hotel, and they were having a party, by the pool. There was a girl walking into the party with one of those electric marquee belts, which she programmed to read “Fuck Me”. Nice huh? We decided to check it out. We walked in, some of us got drinks, danced for a few minutes then left. There really wasn’t too much to see other than some girls dancing and rubbing on each other. We were kind of out of place since we weren’t dressed like hookers.

Then we went to the club at the top of Mandalay Bay, which has an awesome view of the strip. Sam was supposed to be able to hook us up with VIP at that club too, but could only get 6 of us in. He was being a dick about it, so we decided to not go in. Then the maid of honor, paid the girl to let us in, only she wouldn’t let Sam in at this point. We all went up and Sam got left behind. By this time, it was getting pretty late and my feet were hurting. I found a spot to sit down with Franchesca. She was talking to a couple guys, who turned out to be very nice and married. Perfect and harmless.

Carrie was still out of control dancing with a guy and a girl who invited her back to their room. (Remember I mentioned there was a swingers convention) Carrie got totally offended, even though she was grinding on both of them just two seconds earlier. We finally left, got breakfast and went back to our rooms about 4 am.

My goal on Sunday was to just get out of Vegas and get back to see my hunny. I missed him like CRAZY! We left Vegas around 1 pm and I got home around 7:30, exhausted. I was so exhausted that I took Monday off and slept and did laundry, which is why I didn’t post on Monday. It was a much needed day off.

5 Comments:

At 12:00 PM, Blogger ocg said...

Hey hot mama, LOVE the new pic!

 
At 12:45 PM, Blogger EB72 said...

my own life is looking too d*mn tame ...

 
At 2:16 PM, Blogger Dirk the Feeble said...

Yeah, nothing surprises a person like walls covered in gay porn.

 
At 6:12 AM, Blogger Truble said...

Love your new site April. It's fun to be back and living vicariously through you! Congrats on the engagement too! Much happiness to you!

 
At 7:32 AM, Blogger guest said...

Damn! Your picture and the way you picture your life in words is totally HOT! Is your life like this always? (Note to self: Read this girls entire blog)

 

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