Right … most people go home in the mornings from Vegas. Not us. No. We had a 6pm flight so we still had AN ENTIRE DAY after 3 nights of gong show.
We all were definitely moving a little slower and had a lunch reservation at mon amie gabie. Again… another great moment. Hot sunny day on a patio with my friends & was in time for the noon water show at the Bellagio but not before a horrible cab ride. K dog convinced us that Paris was too far to walk even though Mommy G & I were fiending for some fresh air but they don’t sit you unless the entire party is present. So we complied & got a cab.
When we stated our destination the cab driver launched into why we should feel guilty for taking someone’s airport ride in between spastic braking. I informed him that I am not everyone in our hotel’s responsibility of them being late and perhaps they should plan their day better.
He told me I will have bad karma (my phone was already broken & i knew this as my emails crept up to 67 unread).
Mommy G was getting testy and started to fight with him while holding onto the holy sh&t handle in the back seat. We have hit traffic but he insists on lurching forward and braking. As she gets full on cranky, I break out into giggles. I have no idea why we have offended this cabbie so much and wonder if he was driving like that on purpose. We finally had it. Got out & walked to the restaurant. We beat the girls that left before us and were officially annoyed that we paid a cab driver 5 dollars to badger us.
After breakfast, Shaloah, KLZ and I had to head back to the casino to finish off our credits of computer poker (we left a trail long and wide on that strip of our gambling endeavours).
I reveal on the way in, that I had a story from the night before (if you would notice I did glaze over several hours in the previous post), but I need a drink first.
KLZ admitted that she was scared for the first time that weekend.
Now this may seem ironic considering I have a blog but I don’t dish. There is a certain air of uselessness on this site that I take pride in. Granted many of the stories are self depricating and embaressing. However, I don’t share actual personal events on here nor do I very rarely if at all will write directly about sex. At least in no personal sharing kind of way. That to me, isn’t funny. Unless it is about someone else’s embaressing sex story then under the guise of a nick name will i point & laugh but you get the drift.
This spills over into my regular life as well. I will joke for hours, say disgusting shocking things but will I rarely again, share real intimate details and by details I mean talk about sex. I will admit I did or didn’t do it & pretty much end the story there.
I don’t see why… we all have done it. We know what it’s supposed to feel like. I remember having the conversation in grade 11 with my friend (princess Nalini, I had this conversation with your least favourite hyper brunette) trying to determine if I was ready to finally go all the way. I think her hand gestures alone scarred me for life and I have never brought it up again. At least without a good primer like say…. a couple of screwdrivers.
As I regale the girls with my story, they looked on, not saying a word. So I ask: Was that weird? They say yes in unison. I was a little embaressed and asked not to tell anyone. So naturally when we got back to the pool, they insisted that I tell everyone. Sorry, if you weren’t at the pool that day, I suggest you buy me a couple of screwdrivers & I will let you in.
The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging by the pool and not wanting the day to end. I managed to get one more kiss out of a young’in before we picked up our suitcases from storage. A few of the girls in front of us passed these guys & one picked a flower from the bed & handed it to her. When Mommy Roomie and I passed they asked if that was smoothe. We said not bad & for some reason, one asked if it was smoother to ask just for a kiss which he did. I agreed & gave a peck (I count all. I don’t care.. this helps bring this vegas trip the most adventerous in the boy dept… my most adventerous would of course be new years a couple of years ago)
Seeing as the bathrooms were far away, Shaloah and I ducked around the corner to change. Not in the bushes, not somewhere remote… on the path. Most people who passed said hello but didn’t make eye contact. Like watching to grown women change in public is a bad thing???? I’ve quite possibly over estimated my cuteness.
Flying out of Bellingham is great as it isn’t far across the border. Flying back into Bellingham isn’t great as it is across the border.
Definitely in top 3 trip to Vegas.