1389 is our worth, eh caitlin? ...not bad.
well the trip was Busy and fun and worth it:
we started our Classy vacation freshening in the hilton bathroom with suitcases open, things slightly strewn (one woman's muttered comment: what the hell's going on in here? is this really such odd behavior to deserve that? i think not) and then buffeting at mcdonalds - at least an interesting vegas style golden arch, but the relentless screaming child drove us and All the other patrons out. in hindsight we've decided caitlin shoulda thrown an endless (at least til dad stopped his yeller) scream over her shoulder into His ear - thata been a solid kodak moment.
we ventured down the strip and found a hot hawaiian firedancer and plastic guitars filled with juicy sweet cocktails; a perfect starter for the evening.
after a quick change it was time to head out for the evening. we began with martini's at wynn's parasol - Such a pretty lounge (ch ch check it!). then there was poker & Super highroller blackjack watching. another bar we sat down at produced 'movie stars' at our sides (well ... one and two lines in the recently released disney movie high school reunion - hardly deserving of a celebratory trip to vegas??? whatevs). we ended up at a destination where we received more dances of sorts than Anyone really needs. oh, and more drinks than Anyone really needs - to keep up with the weekend's $ filled motif they came from bottle service, of course. i found myself talking to a performer working her 3rd shift, but what she Really wanted to do was to go to college - typical sad story. my subtle and suave posit: well, cover up them boobies and get the F outta here then!
after walking out of the 'club' at some sun-up-already hour we slept til noonish before bounding (yes bound - i can muster all sorts of energy when on vacation. well, actually i can do it mostly whenever the hell i want) down to the condo pool. ps: we knew to go there cause our host left us 3 notes we repeated every time we steeped over them ... "pool. the. at." then, quite timely, the rains began to fall, no not fall, they were thrown down ... by i think a nbl pitcher. perhaps we were being punished by the gods for our sins? so, what the hell else to do but drink? we didn't know either, so we went with the default - for me, whiskey/sours at the pool side bar. after a lil veggie pizza and a couple drinks the gods forgave us (likely because sinning in sincity ain't technically a sin) and let the sun shine through. the 3 of us played a ridiculously exorbitant amount of catch in the pool on floaties with 3 tennis balls - this lasted for Hours - really.
the time came to deprune and pretty ourselves for the night out ... BUT First! champagne & hor'devours & a jacuzzi with bubbles! well ... the coronas were itty, the snack consisted of doritos and the 'bubbles' were only clouded bath water from a dove bar. we try to be sheik, but are not always as prepared to create posh situations like we'd like to be.
ok - dresses are on, hair's stick straight and we're out the door. the grapefruit martini is almost as delicious as the pear one consumed the night prior and i'm in heaven at aquaknox. i thought he was kidding, but the host led us into the circular wine room to din at the chef's table within. had no idea we were VIPs. the 3 digitly priced white wine we had was flippin fantastic - it put my boxed pinot grigio to a wee bit of shame and now it'll never taste the same again, which sucks cause at the rate with which i consume and offer out the stuff it's right about at what i should afford. the sashimi app was to die for as were the other 2 meals at the table. i ordered the sea bass - ok, when ordering sea bass aren't we all expecting the most tender and thick slab of heavenly buttery goodness? i received a whole fish with his sad pathetic little eyes apologetically staring at me. "i didn't order This!" we'll take it back and open it up, cut off its head and dry the hell out of it for you. would that be better? nnnnnO. it sucked.
we decided to hang with (i mean be a part of) the young hipity crowd at the hard rock next. here is where my gambling started, then ended almost before it started. how's That, you might ask. well it's easy: take your 40 dollars out and lay it on the 10 min table. in 4 consecutive hands ... lose. over. several hands later my gentleman neighbor (A cute RockStar from a theory of a deadman!!!!) antied up for me. 2 queens?!? awesome! no no. i went ahead and lost that too. F.
our gracious host (and i) was (were) saddened to hear that we were not going to be joining him at tryst. why didn't we do that again? oh yeah - travels to the big hole in the am. damn, thata been fun (and up'd our worth, caitlin!).
gawd this is getting long - i will now start a new note all about the big hole. sit tight.
well the trip was Busy and fun and worth it:
we started our Classy vacation freshening in the hilton bathroom with suitcases open, things slightly strewn (one woman's muttered comment: what the hell's going on in here? is this really such odd behavior to deserve that? i think not) and then buffeting at mcdonalds - at least an interesting vegas style golden arch, but the relentless screaming child drove us and All the other patrons out. in hindsight we've decided caitlin shoulda thrown an endless (at least til dad stopped his yeller) scream over her shoulder into His ear - thata been a solid kodak moment.
we ventured down the strip and found a hot hawaiian firedancer and plastic guitars filled with juicy sweet cocktails; a perfect starter for the evening.
after a quick change it was time to head out for the evening. we began with martini's at wynn's parasol - Such a pretty lounge (ch ch check it!). then there was poker & Super highroller blackjack watching. another bar we sat down at produced 'movie stars' at our sides (well ... one and two lines in the recently released disney movie high school reunion - hardly deserving of a celebratory trip to vegas??? whatevs). we ended up at a destination where we received more dances of sorts than Anyone really needs. oh, and more drinks than Anyone really needs - to keep up with the weekend's $ filled motif they came from bottle service, of course. i found myself talking to a performer working her 3rd shift, but what she Really wanted to do was to go to college - typical sad story. my subtle and suave posit: well, cover up them boobies and get the F outta here then!
after walking out of the 'club' at some sun-up-already hour we slept til noonish before bounding (yes bound - i can muster all sorts of energy when on vacation. well, actually i can do it mostly whenever the hell i want) down to the condo pool. ps: we knew to go there cause our host left us 3 notes we repeated every time we steeped over them ... "pool. the. at." then, quite timely, the rains began to fall, no not fall, they were thrown down ... by i think a nbl pitcher. perhaps we were being punished by the gods for our sins? so, what the hell else to do but drink? we didn't know either, so we went with the default - for me, whiskey/sours at the pool side bar. after a lil veggie pizza and a couple drinks the gods forgave us (likely because sinning in sincity ain't technically a sin) and let the sun shine through. the 3 of us played a ridiculously exorbitant amount of catch in the pool on floaties with 3 tennis balls - this lasted for Hours - really.
the time came to deprune and pretty ourselves for the night out ... BUT First! champagne & hor'devours & a jacuzzi with bubbles! well ... the coronas were itty, the snack consisted of doritos and the 'bubbles' were only clouded bath water from a dove bar. we try to be sheik, but are not always as prepared to create posh situations like we'd like to be.
ok - dresses are on, hair's stick straight and we're out the door. the grapefruit martini is almost as delicious as the pear one consumed the night prior and i'm in heaven at aquaknox. i thought he was kidding, but the host led us into the circular wine room to din at the chef's table within. had no idea we were VIPs. the 3 digitly priced white wine we had was flippin fantastic - it put my boxed pinot grigio to a wee bit of shame and now it'll never taste the same again, which sucks cause at the rate with which i consume and offer out the stuff it's right about at what i should afford. the sashimi app was to die for as were the other 2 meals at the table. i ordered the sea bass - ok, when ordering sea bass aren't we all expecting the most tender and thick slab of heavenly buttery goodness? i received a whole fish with his sad pathetic little eyes apologetically staring at me. "i didn't order This!" we'll take it back and open it up, cut off its head and dry the hell out of it for you. would that be better? nnnnnO. it sucked.
we decided to hang with (i mean be a part of) the young hipity crowd at the hard rock next. here is where my gambling started, then ended almost before it started. how's That, you might ask. well it's easy: take your 40 dollars out and lay it on the 10 min table. in 4 consecutive hands ... lose. over. several hands later my gentleman neighbor (A cute RockStar from a theory of a deadman!!!!) antied up for me. 2 queens?!? awesome! no no. i went ahead and lost that too. F.
our gracious host (and i) was (were) saddened to hear that we were not going to be joining him at tryst. why didn't we do that again? oh yeah - travels to the big hole in the am. damn, thata been fun (and up'd our worth, caitlin!).
gawd this is getting long - i will now start a new note all about the big hole. sit tight.
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