VEGAS!!! Day One
Day 1
Our first day of our trip to Vegas was tiring. My hot bitches and I drove to Bellingham to catch our flight to Vegas. What better way to start the trip then a little Bellis Fair shopping? Not so surprisingly, we got separated. Spent a good half hour waiting for those bitches!! We were cranky and starving. I must be getting old or something. The old me would have just said, "Oh well, we'll meet up later. They know when to meet back at the car." Instead, Hot Bitch Number 1 and I just stood around like old grandmas who got dumped for walking too slow waiting for our families to return.
Finally we got our senses smacked out of us (must have been when our stomach started to digest our intestines), and decided to eat. Who else did we bump into on our way to the food court? Hot Bitch Number 2 and 3! We ate and all was better.
Drove our asses to the airport which was a tiny little freight station which only catered public transportation to Las Vegas only. Waited to board in the tiniest waiting room. We boarded the plane through the platform (no walkway connecting to the plane doorway, I guess that was too expensive), I felt like Pretty Woman boarding her plane to the Opera. Except, I was not wearing a fabulous red gown, no gorge diamond necklace and definitely, no beautiful white gloves.
We finally arrived in Vegas at 11pm and was quick to jump on a cab to get to our long anticipated stay at the Venetian Hotel. What a gorgeous hotel. The best in my opinion. After checking in at nearly midnight, we head to our room.
It was just like a scene from Extreme Makeover, Home Edition (again. How can you tell I love this show?). Except the doors did not open by themselves, there was no camera crew, and there were no tears. Simply because, well, this room was not mine to keep. Shit. Too bad. Moving on...
It was a split level room with two luxurious beds with mini canopies. On the bed, gorgeous linens with a rock hard, long, thick roll pillow and a chaise-type chair at the end of the bed. The lower level hosted a living room with a business center. The bathroom consisted of a vanity, double sinks, soaker tub, and a shower along with a seperate sh*t-room.
Having not eaten since lunchtime, our hunger was obviously getting to the best of us, again. Hunger = cranky...NOT GOOD! So we venture off into the wild streets of the city that is full of sin and does not sleep. We finally arrive at our selected gut-fill-up station, Barbary Coast. The most satisfying meal of our trip. DING-DING! We have found a winner! 2 eggs, sausage or bacon, toast, and hashbrowns for a mere $2.95!! Can you say, "LOVES IT?!" Although the meal was cheap, our bill still came to $35. The itch and temptations of extra add-ons was too much to bear.
After a long walk exploring the city on our first day. Sleepiness has taken its toll on our bodies. Hot Bitch 1 went straight to bed, while us other Hot Bitches opted for the 24-hr hot tub. We stayed in the hot tub and watched nighttime turn to day. The only thing missing was a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. Oh well, there's still plenty of time for that. At about 7-ish, we head back to our room and hit the showers. Well, at least I did. Hot Bitch 3, AKA "Dirty Bitch" fell asleep on the bed and Hot Bitch 2, AKA "Wet and Cold Bitch" fell asleep in the living room. This is Vegas, no time to judge. I'm just thankful I'm clean. My hair's wet. Sh*t! Like my mother always told me, "Never sleep with your hair wet, you'll get headaches!" F*ck it! There are no rules in Vegas! Besides, I'm tired and I already get migraines without the aid of the wet hair syndrome. **SNORE**
Oops. I forgot to mention "Drew". In Bellingham, we picked up a vacation mascot. But she ain't no gnome, she's a gorge Barbie doll. Plans for Drew? Get wild, get wild, get tatoos, and get drunk. And maybe a little promiscuity on the side!!
Our first day of our trip to Vegas was tiring. My hot bitches and I drove to Bellingham to catch our flight to Vegas. What better way to start the trip then a little Bellis Fair shopping? Not so surprisingly, we got separated. Spent a good half hour waiting for those bitches!! We were cranky and starving. I must be getting old or something. The old me would have just said, "Oh well, we'll meet up later. They know when to meet back at the car." Instead, Hot Bitch Number 1 and I just stood around like old grandmas who got dumped for walking too slow waiting for our families to return.
Finally we got our senses smacked out of us (must have been when our stomach started to digest our intestines), and decided to eat. Who else did we bump into on our way to the food court? Hot Bitch Number 2 and 3! We ate and all was better.
Drove our asses to the airport which was a tiny little freight station which only catered public transportation to Las Vegas only. Waited to board in the tiniest waiting room. We boarded the plane through the platform (no walkway connecting to the plane doorway, I guess that was too expensive), I felt like Pretty Woman boarding her plane to the Opera. Except, I was not wearing a fabulous red gown, no gorge diamond necklace and definitely, no beautiful white gloves.
We finally arrived in Vegas at 11pm and was quick to jump on a cab to get to our long anticipated stay at the Venetian Hotel. What a gorgeous hotel. The best in my opinion. After checking in at nearly midnight, we head to our room.
It was just like a scene from Extreme Makeover, Home Edition (again. How can you tell I love this show?). Except the doors did not open by themselves, there was no camera crew, and there were no tears. Simply because, well, this room was not mine to keep. Shit. Too bad. Moving on...
It was a split level room with two luxurious beds with mini canopies. On the bed, gorgeous linens with a rock hard, long, thick roll pillow and a chaise-type chair at the end of the bed. The lower level hosted a living room with a business center. The bathroom consisted of a vanity, double sinks, soaker tub, and a shower along with a seperate sh*t-room.
Having not eaten since lunchtime, our hunger was obviously getting to the best of us, again. Hunger = cranky...NOT GOOD! So we venture off into the wild streets of the city that is full of sin and does not sleep. We finally arrive at our selected gut-fill-up station, Barbary Coast. The most satisfying meal of our trip. DING-DING! We have found a winner! 2 eggs, sausage or bacon, toast, and hashbrowns for a mere $2.95!! Can you say, "LOVES IT?!" Although the meal was cheap, our bill still came to $35. The itch and temptations of extra add-ons was too much to bear.
After a long walk exploring the city on our first day. Sleepiness has taken its toll on our bodies. Hot Bitch 1 went straight to bed, while us other Hot Bitches opted for the 24-hr hot tub. We stayed in the hot tub and watched nighttime turn to day. The only thing missing was a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. Oh well, there's still plenty of time for that. At about 7-ish, we head back to our room and hit the showers. Well, at least I did. Hot Bitch 3, AKA "Dirty Bitch" fell asleep on the bed and Hot Bitch 2, AKA "Wet and Cold Bitch" fell asleep in the living room. This is Vegas, no time to judge. I'm just thankful I'm clean. My hair's wet. Sh*t! Like my mother always told me, "Never sleep with your hair wet, you'll get headaches!" F*ck it! There are no rules in Vegas! Besides, I'm tired and I already get migraines without the aid of the wet hair syndrome. **SNORE**
Oops. I forgot to mention "Drew". In Bellingham, we picked up a vacation mascot. But she ain't no gnome, she's a gorge Barbie doll. Plans for Drew? Get wild, get wild, get tatoos, and get drunk. And maybe a little promiscuity on the side!!
posted by LemonadeParade at 10:18 p.m.
1 Comments:
Don't Drew anything I wouldn't Drew!
Loves this! Can't wait to get read the rest of your trip! I totally know about the sleeping with your hair wet thing... It's such an old wives tale though, isn't it? You don't REALLY get headaches do u!?
HUNGER = CRANKY, ain't that the truth!
-jaded
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