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The Thing about Vegas is...
The thing about Vegas is that there is so much to do it's NON STOP FUN! I've had such a hard time trying to pick what adventures to share with you and what pictures to post.
Where should I start? Well, let's try from the beginning.
Here's Teen Barbie's and mine traditional picture of us drinking *ummm... sodas in the back seat on the way to Vegas.
See this is us last year doing the same thing.
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As soon as we got there we stopped at Gardunios and had a light lunch and some drinks. Cabana Boy ordered a Pina Colada. The server naturally assumed it was for ME and I giggled and pointed at him. No ma'am. The BEER is mine, the fruity drink is for the man. I don't know WHY we think it's funny but we do.
Moving on....
That evening Mr. Twinkie and I met up with another couple for dinner at Smith and Wollinsky where I had the biggest Prime Rib EVER! It was so big I was almost embarrassed. Well, kinda embarrassed but mostly I thought it was funny. I felt like I was Betty Rubble from the Flinstones or something. ha.
Not only did WE think it was funny, so did the few tables around us. The Prime Rib was half my size, GEEZ! OK I exaggerate. Maybe not? Judge for yourself, folks!
On the way the restaurant something kinda crazy happened to us. We took a cab, right? Well at first when the cab driver asked us where we were going he said he'd have to drop us off at the casino across the street. My friends asked him if he could please drop us off in between the two casinos, since it was closer. He said, "no, sorry. It's illegal for me to drop you off like that. I have to drop you in designated areas." We said OK! No biggie!
All of a sudden the cabbie STOPS. In the UN-designated area. An alley of some sort? And says, "OK QUICKLY! JUMP OUT! QUICKLY!" At first we're like, "COOL! He's saving us a bit of a walk."
Then we smelled it.
THE FART FROM HELL!
We start asking each other, "DUDE was that YOU?"
They all got out of the car first. I was the last one in. My door wouldn't open. Oh MY Gaaaah! I thought I was gonna pass out!
"HURRY UP MR. TWINKIE," I gasped, "get out.. GET OUT!!!"
He takes his sweet time.
I struggled to breath and gather my stuff and jump out as soon as possible when he says it again, "GET OUT! HURRY! WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!"
I said, "OMG! Was that YOU?"
He says, "YES AND IT'S A WET ONE PLEASE GET OUT FAST!"
I trip over myself trying to get out as soon as possible and tell the others what he said. We had the best belly laugh after that. I don't know WHY we think farts are so funny? But we do.
The next few pictures are of my friends at I at the Ghost Bar where Mr. Twinkie and I tried to take a sexy/romantic picture outside but it was so damn cold and windy that we didn't stay out there very long.
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The following group picture was taken at the Wynn Casino where we witnessed either the funniest thing or the saddest. This man and this boy (about 7 years old? Maybe and older looking 5 year old?) were going up the escalator. Well, apparently the kid had never been on one so he panicked and started screaming and trying to walk down the stairs/escalator. Of course it's moving faster than he can walk so he keeps ending up on the same third step. In the meantime the dad is laughing his ass off. We giggled a little at first like, "awww how cute! His first experience with the escalator." But later we thought, "you know, that's kinda effed up, us laughing at the poor little traumatized child." and we felt soooo guilty that we decided to stop at the bar and drown our guilt over a few cocktails.
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After the Pina Colada and Coronas (the pina coladas were not even close to being as good as the ones at Gardunios at the Palms) we walked around a bit more, considered having a $20 sandwich for lunch at this fancy deli for about five minutes until I realized they were SERIOUS and quickly blurted out, "I don't even LIKE sandwiches. So if I have to force one down my throat I'd rather it NOT cost $20.00" and we moved on.
But not before Cabana Boy proudly proclaimed after coming out of the bathroom that he "Took handled his business in the same place as millionaires have." and took a picture of it for my blog. Gotta love your friends right?
The next few pictures are at Club Moon where we had our V.I.P. table for my 6th anniversary of my 30th birthday. And of course, Teen Barbie's BIG 30!
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I vaguely remember thinking this girl had a lot of confidence in herself. You know, dressing like that, showing off her hot body and then getting up on side and dancing like that.
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Turns out there was more than one ... and they get paid to do that. Go figure. ha.
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This picture here pretty much sums up my overall mood that weekend!
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Here's most of our group. The rest are out dancing.
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OK well that pretty much is our Vegas adventure 2007. I have a gazillion more pictures but I won't bore you.
oh OK OK! One more picture! This was our very own cocktail waitress. She was AWESOME. And also the reason for my hangover the next day. As soon as she saw our drink half empty THERE SHE WAS pouring another one. Even in between all the pouring of the cocktails.. she still took the time to enjoy our night with us and dance and just have a great time! There were about 24 of us in all and we all did our own thing and hung out together in groups from time to time but Saturday EVERYONE was there and we had BLAST!
Ok, that's really it for now! Hope you enjoyed my Vegas adventures!
Happy Holidays! I hope you all have a great new year full of love, family, health and lots of fun! Love you all!
~Twinkie