My Weekend in Vegas

Okay first off, scratch the fact that I wasn't in Vegas for even a full 48 hours. With that being said, I can understand where the saying of "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" comes from!

A group of us gals flew out to celebrate the Weekender's bachelorette party. I have never really done the whole Vegas weekend thang and so this would be the first of me.

To start with, the weather was simply perfect. When we landed, it was a comfortable 75 degrees with a slight breeze and it basically maintained throughout the rest of the evening. Since everyone was flying in that night at different times, there was time for a late dinner at the Alladin and drinks at the Mist lounge at Treasure Island. 'Twas hip hop night and cover was free. Sweet.

The only downside of the night was walking the freakin' distance- Alladin to Treasure Island. "It's only three casino hotels away." In city blocks, I'm guessing the equivalent is approximately 10,000 blocks! Okay, a bit of an exaggeration. By cab, it would've easily been a 5-10 minute ride with traffic, but walking in the cute shoes that we were, it was FAR! Yes, the night DID call for cute shoes and yes, we definitely paid for it because at the end of the night, Voodoo and I were left with totally unattractive and painful blisters. Boo.

Highlight tidbits:
- "purple guy" - tall, bald white guy dressed in purple pants, purple shoes, purple sequined top, and purple Elton John-like shades holding not one, but TWO drinks in each hand strolling solo down the strip having a party with himself. "Purple Guy." Tight.

Saturday's agenda included shopping, spa, dinner, and clubs. While the rest of the gals got massages, I had time to wander on my own. Across Treasure Island, there's a mall that I hit up. My goal was to get a pair of flip flops. After last night's shoe debacle, I simply could not continue the trip. After finding a pair, thank God, I wandered the mall. Did ya'll know that they have an ABC store in Vegas? Y'know, the ones that line up any street in Hawaii? The very same! I had to get some some cookies and almost kicked myself when I saw the brown slippers that I so love. Should've got a pair, but I didn't. The five bucks I would've spent on those went to playing the slots instead! Lol! And play the slots I did only to have them swallow up my $30. Damn you, evil slots! *raising mad fist in the air!*

We all got ready at the hotel, but before we left, we took some pics and had a champagne toast. We headed to The Venetian for some expensive ass Italian dinner. Nice ambience, authentic Italian waiters, good food (although the servings could've been bigger...for the price anyways), and a waiter who started the evening with "Hello Filipina ladies!" "Are you from Bicol?" and even told us that "Kare-kare is not on the menu tonight!" Turns out that he's married to a Pinay from Bicol- lol!

Ended up waiting in the guestlist for club Rain at the Palms Hotel. That wasn't before trying to survive the cab ride there! Homie must've had dreams of either being a Nascar race driver OR being a driver in the Philippines- I was praying for my life, I tell you! As we waited to get in, the Weekender was busy working to complete items on her 'scavenger hunt,' all of which I cannot and will not disclose to protect the innocent- LOL!

The club itself was alright. I haven't been in a club for a hella long time...yes, I've been told time and time again this weekend that I MUST get out of the house more often! Just imagine all the drunken fools from too many consumed drinks, all the scandalously dressed hootchie mamas trying to get noticed, and all of the drunken fools trying to pick up the scandalously dressed hootchie mamas and there you have it. The dance floor was crowded with elbows and other body parts going everywhere- no surprise there. Add all the random dudes that would come up and start dancing with you because they thought they were cool and the night is complete. There was also this contraption thang that would spit out fog when down and fire when up. And man, that fire was hot! Ultimate downside? Previously mentioned blister getting pierced by unknown, yet incredily sharp heel. *Insert any combination of profanities here.*

This weekend was, I'm told, a tad unusually crowded. 'Twas due to the fact that the Playboy bunnies, Pamela Anderson and the Pussycat Dolls and a big boxing match were in town. Speaking of celebrities, the Weekender and her honey saw Hillary Duff going shopping and apparently, there was a sighting of Suge Knight in line at the club. Yes, the one and same Suge Knight that held Vanilla Ice over the ledge of a rooftop building Suge Knight. Honestly, I would've have noticed him on my own and plus, I was too distracted at trying to get to the bathroom so some yakking could be done. Ha! And that is a totally different story that I'd rather not get into and leave for memory's sake! *And just for the record, it was NOT MnM who was doing the yakking...

Although I didn't get to ride the outdoor roller coaster, I finally got to see the volcano outside Treasure Island erupt, the water show outside the Bellagio, the gondolas in the Venetian, and got to walk through Paris. All in all, it was a memorable weekend. 'Twas a time to hang out with the girls, get all dressed up, enjoy Vegas, and celebrate the Weekender's last hurrah as a single chick. Aside from the obscene amounts of smoke I inhaled (I was imagining all of the second hand smoke going through my lungs!) and the blister incident, I wouldn't mind visiting Vegas again. Maybe next time, I'll win big on the Wheel of Fortune slots- LOL!