Yes I know there are girls in Vegas. That's just insult to injury 
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Originally posted by empire55 View Post
Haha, nice! Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole, Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold...gotta feel for Nate
How fine must dream girl be though for the boy to have gone such lengths, after twins too, respeck!
Keep it coming, great writing style, this one's a classic!Comment
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Ticallllllllllll!!!!! Thanks! LOL, young kids these days...Originally posted by kp3205 View PostComment
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I know right?! Poor guy. I should've just told him not to come.Originally posted by empire55 View PostComment
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Sunday
Sorry for keeping you hanging for so long. And thanks for the props. Gotta love a good, boujee, boozey Vegas tale.
So Sunday was my big day. I woke up feeling great! And alone. None of my girls were to be found anywhere. Mind you, it was only about 8am. I don’t sleep in anymore because of my twins, so being up this early was no big deal. I’m from the east coast, so really it was 11 my time. Sleeping in to that time is something from the past so I relished it while I could.
I got up and ordered breakfast and kicked it in the room. I was looking out the window of our bathroom with my hands pressed against the glass admiring our view. The strip was still pretty quiet. Just the go-getter joggers on the move and walk of shame scragglers. All of a sudden my hand touch something that felt weird and I took a step back and looked more carefully. There were hand prints and what suspiciously looked like the outlines of juicy peaches all over the window. Seemed that they took full advantage of the expansive windows and our view. MOTHERFUCKERS! Ughhhhhhhhh!!! I screamed and laughed and gagged all at the same time. There’s nothing that grosses me out more than other peoples body fluids. I took a photo and sent it in the girls group chat. Those girls though. So freaky.
It was really nice to do nothing. However my quiet time was short lived. Within an hour the other girls started stumbling into the room one at a time. I couldn’t help but laugh and how ridiculous they looked. There’s something about a Vegas club dress during the day combined with the messy hair and last night’s make up that is just so comical. I always hated doing the walk of shame. To the point that I would actually pack a plain black tank dress in my clutch so I wouldn’t be walking back to my hotel in sparkly dress. Yeah, I’m that extra.
Anyway, the girls were in various states of disarray and consciousness. I listened to their war stories. Alyssa and Annabelle had gone home with two of Nate’s boys and it took all my energy not to ask questions like a psycho. I sat quietly, smiled politely and nodded my head as I listened. Really in my head I was thinking, “Did Nate ask about me? Did you see him? How did he look? Was he with other girls? Did his boys saying anything about him or me or us? Nate, Nate, Nate…” Fuck. My. Life. It’s a good think I deleted him on IG and snap because I would’ve been cyber stalking his ass all night. FYI gentlemen, we women are like private detectives. We can find out pretty much anything about anybody in your life because of social media. So post with caution.
Alyssa looked at me and announced, “Girl, I’m surprised you haven’t asked about Nate. FYI, he had…”
I interrupted her, “stop right there. I can’t hear it. I can’t be slipping down that rabbit hole again.” She laughed at me and said, “Alright. He…”
Fuck! This girl just doesn’t listen. Alanna had to kick her to shut her up before I started bawling like a little a little petty bitch again. Sigh. FML.
So the girls got showered and dressed and we left for EBC just before 12pm. So happy that we were staying at Encore because it meant that we could just mosey on downstairs when we were ready. My hubby’s host had booked us a daybed for a $2k minimum spend. We were really worried about having to get through that minimum but luckily our Florida friends agreed to split the cost with us. His host had warned us that because it was a big day for EBC with Guetta there that they might bump us out of the table if we hit the minimum early and stopped ordering. The nerve! He was apologetic and looked pretty scared to tell us that. But hey, I get it. Money talks and we’re in Vegas. Gotta follow the rules in order to partake the fun, right?
We had my favourite daybed, the one across the pool from the DJ close to the stairs to the upper cabanas. The day started off perfectly. Hot and sunny. You could feel the excitement radiating around us as people started getting casually wasted.
We ordered a bottle of platinum patron and a magnum of belvedere and blew through our minimum easy. I told the Florida girls what hubby’s host had said and they laughed and said they accepted his challenge. Oh man, I foresaw a messy Sunday Funday ahead of us.
The bottle came and we all did a couple of shots back to back. It was disgusting. I protested the entire time and contemplated throwing the second one over my shoulder. But there was no way to do that without anyone seeing me. Plus what a waste for money. So I dug deep and just closed my eyes, held my breath and swallowed that shit like a champ. (That sounds way more unintentionally sexually that it did in my head before I typed it). It probably wasn’t a pretty sight, our shot faces. We were all choking and making vomit faces but it got the job done. 0 to 100 real quick. Within the next few minutes we were all having the time of our lives.
I decided to hop into the pool and do a few laps and meet new friends while the water was still clear.
I just love drunk people in Vegas. They’re so open and so fun. I made friends with some guys Miami and when one of the Florida girls came over to chat with us, she pulled the plug on our friendship. Apparently, meeting new friends from home was a no-no. Cool, I can understand that.
I doggy paddled back to the ledge in front of our daybed and posted up on the edge and just observed what was going on around us. I find it really interesting to people watch. There were several groups of girls and guys in our immediate vicinity that weren’t drunk yet. So they were keeping to themselves, bobbing their heads, not really dancing. It was hilarious to watch them slowly become looser and more sloppy as the alcohol began taking its effect.
I saw a guy attempt to pick up a girl, make out with her and lift her out of the water onto the ledge of the pool. Major fucking fail. He wasn’t strong enough. She fell forwards, elbowed him in the eye and he dropped her and her drink back into the pool. She was pissed. Poor guy was so embarrassed. Luckily for him the girl seemed to get over it as the day went on.
I was having so much fun. Dancing, laughing, drinking, posing for inappropriate photos that will never again see the light of day. It was great and Guetta wasn’t even on yet.
At around 2pm (I think?) Guetta finally got on the decks. Oh. My. God. I just love David Guetta. He is one of the first house DJs that I ever saw live when I was still a pretty young thing. All of us girls were going wild. Screaming and jumping up and down on our bed. A security guard had to come over and tell us to be careful and stop jumping. Boring.
Anyway, I came to realize the huge disparity in age between us and some of the young folks at the pool lol. Guetta dropped the World is Mine and we nearly lost our shit. But a lot of other people looked puzzled like they’ve never heard the song before. Shocking. I just googled it and the song came out 13 years ago. LOL. We old son.
We danced and danced and danced. One of the girls disappeared and reappeared with the guys that we had met and hung out with at Omnia. We told them to help themselves with the booze. Unfortunately there wasn’t much left and we had no intentions of ordering more. The waitress had asked if we wanted to order more and all the girls said nothing. We looked at each other and stood around awkwardly. Sorry but we didn’t want to be buying booze for these guys lol.
But those guys were such gentlemen. They told the waitress that they would open a new tab and cover the rest of the afternoon. Phew! Crisis averted. I have to say, it still kills me to pay hundreds of dollars for alcohol in Vegas when I know I can get it for free. But I’ve got my big girl panties on now and should pay my own way every now and then, even if I do it begrudgingly.
My aeronautical engineer guy came over and we kicked it in the pool. He was a cool guy and I could tell he was trying to figure out if he could take me home. But it wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t feeling him that way and plus I was into day 3 of being good.
So I did what I do best and asked him straight up, “Are you trying to get with me?” He looked shocked and embarrassed and said, “Well, if I was would you try to stop me?” I smiled and told him that I was married. The poor guy looked like he wanted to put himself out of his misery and drown himself in the pool. I told him that I would play wingman for him. He still looked so embarrassed. But I kind of forced him. “Come on! It’ll be fun. I’m really good at it too! Trust me bro”. Yes, we were at that bro level now. He agreed and we began scoping the scene, saying yay and nay and passing judgments as if our shit didn’t stink. There were also quite a few hell nooooooooos. We were having a really fun time, dying of laughter. A few of his boys came over to see what was going on and I explained the mission and they wanted to partake in the fun.
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They finally decided on a group of five girls on the other side of the pool.
Alright, let the games begin.
I walked over to them and squealed, “Oh my gosh, ladies. I just loooooooove your bikinis. Absolute perfection. Can I take your photo for my fashion blog. I’m doing a piece on my favourite Vegas looks”. This is of course not completely true. I do have a blog. It is partially-fashion based. But I really use the line as in with the ladies for my boys and I definitely wasn’t doing a Vegas piece.
The girls posed up pretty and I took their picture with one of the boys’ phone and told them that they looked stunning. I showed them photo and then said to them, “Ok, would you mind taking a photo of me and my brothers?” And they of course agreed.
Hook.
As we were posing up, I announced, “Ok, smile nicely so we can send this one to our mamas to show them how well behaved we’re being.” The girls asked if we were really related and I said, “Oh no, they’re my brothers from some other mothers. Our parents met in prenatal classes. We’ve known each other since before birth.” The drunken lies were just spilling out of my mouth. But the girls were all like, “Awwww, that’s so sweet. That’s so nice.”
Line.
I took the phone back from girls and asked for their IG names for my blog. I turned to the boys and said, “See, this is the caliber of women I am talking about boys. We’re in Vegas. You need to be chasing la crème de la crème. You gotta make our mamas proud.” The girls were all smiles as they moved over to the boys and started getting closer.
Sinker.
I laughed, winked at the engineer and walked back to my friends.
I spent the rest of the afternoon getting more and more drunk. It all went by so fast. I was sad when it was time to leave at around 5pm.
We stumbled out of EBC and through Encore trying to find the elevators. I decided that I was hungry and wanted In and Out. So we drunkenly decided it was a good idea to walk all the way there. It was not. We made it, but I had a lot of time to think while we were walking.
I stupidly asked the girls if they had seen Nate last night and they had. I asked if he asked about me and he had. Keep in mind that we were all shit faced drunk. Two of my girls were hooking up with two of his boys. They were still in town until tomorrow. And the girls wanted to hang out with them again tonight at Drais. They of course wouldn’t if I refused because they’re cool like that. But alcohol has a funny way of changing perceptions. And the problem with me is that I’m pretty logical and kind of selfish. Which means that I can sometimes rationalize any and all of my behavior, especially if I want something enough.
“What could possibly happen? We’re going to be out. Let’s just have one more hurrah. And if it’s too much for you, we’ll leave,” Annabelle said.
Yeah, what could happen, right?Last edited by wdreamgirl; 06-21-2017, 06:51 AM.Comment
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I'm aiiiight. But like I said, Mamas still got it! Thanks for loveOriginally posted by LXJEDi View Post
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This is a top-tier trip report! Solid wing-woman skills!Comment
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Epic wing woman skills! I'm going in September, fancy helping a brother out? haha 😂Originally posted by wdreamgirl View PostComment
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For a second I thought when you said walk to In N Out, you meant the one on the other side of the highway from Excalibur.Previous Vegas Trips:
MDW 2011 (Signature @ MGM)
4th of July 2012 (Monte Carlo)
International Fight Week 2015 (Vdara)Comment
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Great TR so far. Appreciate the honesty and a Vegas TR from a girl's perspective. Finish this up! Can't wait to read what happens next.Comment
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All other TR have been put to shame with the level of detail and personal introspection provided here. Well done.Comment
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