After an Epic day on the strip of being drunk by 11am, napping, and being drunk again by 7pm… It seemed only fitting that we do up our last night in Vegas in style. So we set out to play some beer pong.
Shaloah, KLZ and myself came back to the hotel to clean up & meet up with the other girls. Our whole trek back from Wet Republic was in search of 2 things: WAR & Beer Pong. We found the table game at Paris & became de railed there mostly because of the crown & sodas and perhaps the tequila shot stop didn’t help. ANNNNNNNNNNNND I suppose the beer at the kiosk outside our hotel may have slowed us down. However, give us a bottle of water & an hour and we can re-focus.
Back in the hotel rooms, the bride had finally hit a wall. She had been going strong for 3 days at this point but to see her on the bed passed out in her Bikini & wedding veil with one arm over her eyes and one arm holding a pizza is quite the site. She was out.
Half the girls were dressing up to head to a club at the Hard Rock while the rest of us were gearing up for an evening at the Piano Bar at NY NY…. not before a rousing game of beer pong. I can not remember which casino has these tables but it is dark. It is dank & it is dirty.
You go buy a pitcher of beer & wait your turn like you do a pool game & challenge the winner. We played a set of guys who appeared to have just left the frat house. Upon reflection, this is a disgusting game. Not only are your balls being manhandled by everyone (some guy is chuckling over that one) but they are bouncing on the floor. Yes, you are given a glass of water to rinse but after the third dunk, it is looking murky. Needless to say, we didn’t win. However, they let me drink the straight vodka the one dude carried around in his pants. Joc freaked out when she saw that but Stine intervened saying “if anyone can do that… it’s animal” she concurred & they continued to let me chug it back.
(Never have i been so capable of maintaining & relating as i did on this trip. however what no one realized was that between my drinks I would always have water & ensured I was eating 3 meals a day…. no massive feat there just common sense. I have yet to practice that since returning as demonstrated when I slept in Harkness’s bathroom last week but that is another post)
Now I probably shouldn’t say this but I think this may have been my funnest night yet.
I had fun the other nights. I kissed my share of boys. I danced my share of songs with my girls… laughed, drank and was all over feeling awesome. HOWEVER. The piano bar is awesome.
At one point I believe all us girls were there. I like it because it is a place that is casual. The entertainment is fun and well, you can sing along at the top of your lungs and it is small.
Unlike every epic club we had been to, this place probably held 75 people and I managed to talk to pretty much all of them by the end of the night. There was the guy that was relocated to Vegas for a few months as he was training for the army. As he went to the bar to buy me a drink, I met Jason, FBI agent who was in Vegas for a few months…. When he went to the bar to buy me a drink, I met Roy. Yes… every time a guy would go to the bar to buy me a Corona a new upgraded version of the last one appeared. Needless to say Roy was hot.
However, there were the other people I was chatting with like the Firemen from Rhode Island complete with eastern accents.
There was cranky face dude who stood with his arms crossed & surly look on his face. When we made eye contact I took my two fingers from my eyes & pointed them at him (a kind of Robert Deniro motion from Meet the Parents). He mimicked me & I do remember by the end of the evening, he was air guitaring with Stine. Whenever we made eye contact that evening we would point to our eyes & then the other person.
So after logging in some time with Jason, he offered to buy me a beer. As soon as he left my side, Roy appeared. Tall, dark, muscular Roy. (yea, I’m crushing). He walks up, takes my arm & says “I’m saving you. You are embaressing yourself”
Now I will admit perhaps I smooched Jason. This was par for the course as several of the single ladies on the trip were also ‘friendly’.
I look at him and inquire as to what he means. He thought we looked ridiculous together as I was too tall (barely) and I looked like I wasn’t into it (true as I now wanted to resume dancing & singing or as other people call it: yelling along to music). So he whisked me to the back bar. Sarah walked by and he informed me that he had bought me a beer but she was drinking it.
I stare quizzically at him. I was starting to dig his sense of humour. He clarifies. He had seen me earlier drinking a corona & thought he would buy me a drink as a way to engage in conversation.
As he walked up behind me, he tapped his foot against mine to gain my attention.
Now this may shock you…… I then looked back at him and gave him the dirtiest look.
I do not remember this but that does sound like my M.O. Most people know I hate being hit/touched/approached/bumped/nudged/tickled/bothered/looked at…. but they usually tell me to stop being an idiot. This guy thinks fine F U sees Sarah & offers her a beer.
they then proceed to have a dance off seeing who could go lower. THIS I did see and am unsure who won. Sarah is a former gymnest and still in shape. HE likes attention & seems competitive.
Regardless he had my attention now especially after holding on to his arms for several minutes. We moved to the front near the pianos & finished the night off singing to journey. I saw Jason bobbing around looking for me and I felt bad however, karma got me back later that night. (story to only be told after 2 screwdrivers).
So the bar closes down. Two nights earlier, I had told Stine “don’t leave me in the bar” so she diligently informed me we were leaving. I was TOTALLY OK so I waved her off and we decided we were going to walk around. Course in the Casino we see Jason & Roy had fun pointing out ‘there’s the guy you were kissing earlier!”… yup great. Since I was feeling classy, I asked to use a restroom. When I came out Roy had pulled a chair into the middle of the hallway to wait for me. I decide to up him one, walk over and straddle him.
There we sat in the middle of the casino floor just as cranky face from the Piano Bar sees me, takes his 2 fingers points at his eyes & then points at me.
I may have fallen off from laughing so hard.
When I finally wanted to head back to my hotel, I had decided my hair was drunk and should be in a pony tail. I was saying good bye & I couldn’t figure out why Roy was giggling. I decided to chalk it up to one of the many weird oddities about him and went on my way.
Not til I was about to step in the shower did I catch a glimpse of my back. Out of the corner, I see something large & black. Seeing as my eyes were half awake, it gave me a quick panic… what the f is on my back……… stepping closer the mirror & seeing at a better angle… oh great: Rhode island fire house tattoo.
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AFTERNOON SHOTS
After Tequila shots.. my face hasn’t soured yet….
Shaloah/KLZ/ME
I love this picture as we are all dancing & singing along & Mommy Roomie had somehow got behind the rope & just when I looked back she took a picture
(far left black: Shaloah; Yellow/black arm air: KLZ; Me; Fist pump: Stine, Far right: Stine’s sis)