"Are you f*cking kidding me?!" - girls trip, April 21 2-4

[wdreamgirl]

Sorry for the overdue ending. I had a hard time with this part.

Sunday night

By the time we got back to Encore after In & Out, it had to be close to 6pm. I felt great until we got into the uber. The five minute trip back to our hotel was like a ride from hell. All day sun + patron + belvedere + animal style everything + moving car + smelly, chatty uber driver + squished up against sweaty girls + cheap fucking airfreshener = death. It took all my self control not to throw everything up in that car.

I was breathing deeply (through my mouth) and coaching myself like I usually do but it wasn’t working. The driver just would not STFU and I wanted to die. We finally got to Encore and we bolted from the car. I ran to a bush just in case lol, but thank god the stomach cramps and mini heaves stopped. I still sat there slumped against the pot for a few minutes until I felt a little better. I looked down and noticed that I wasn’t wearing my flip flops. I had my wedges in my hand but no flip flops. Piece of shit! I had no idea where they were. Probably in the back of the stinky uber. I was barefoot and trashy. Aiight Vegas. You win this one.

So I did the day time walk of shame barefoot up to our room. There was no way in hell I was putting on 4 inch wedges in my state. It felt like an eternity by the time we got into our room. I immediately ran to the bathroom to release the cracken. So gross but I immediately felt better. I was a little sad as I flushed my animal style everything down the toilet because we have no In & Out in NYC and it’s my fave. To the point that I think it slays Shake Shack. Yeah, I said it.

Still being stupid drunk, I decided that I was going to have a hot bath. We started talking about getting in-room massages and I said that was a great idea. I was floating around in the massive tub when Alanna barged into the washroom and announced that the massages were about to start. I didn’t actually recall calling the concierge or our host or even deciding that we were going to do this. I just remember thinking that it was a great idea and then poof, the massage therapists were there.

I got a little scared because the girls were like, “Uhhhh, what do you mean you don’t remember, you were the one who called.” I was bugging out because I’ve never actually blacked out like that before, but it turns out the girls were joking around. They had arranged for the massages the day before. Jesus, I was really worried about the alcohol-induced dementia.

Anyway, it was a perfect idea. I had an amazing hot stone massage for just over an hour. I think it cost about $400 with taxes & tip. Yikes. But soooooo worth it. It was the perfect way to end Sunday Funday. We had two therapists come up to our room so Alana and I went first and the other girls went after us.

I hopped into bed warm and completely relaxed and drifted off into a very cozy much-needed nap.

Alarm went off at 8:30pm. Turned it off but luckily we asked for an 8:45pm wake up call. Jumped out of bed with much excitement to get ready. Red & Meth at Drai’s!!!!!

I was off the wall with excitement. I couldn’t wait!

As we were getting ready, Alyssa casually mentioned that Nate’s boys had a table. Of course they did. I was feeling more sober at this point and told them that I’d party with them and the boys. I didn’t want to spoil the fun for them. But what I didn’t tell the girls was that I was lying. I had decided that at the last minute, I’d ditch them and make new friends for the night. I decided this for two reasons. 1) I was feeling pretty good about being able to avoid getting tangled up with Nate and 2) I knew those girls wanted to hang with those boys. And I also knew that they’d ditch them for me. I’m not about to stop my girls from getting theirs. So it was just better to lie and ditch them all last minute. I’d meet up with the girls again later.

We finished getting glammed up, took a few post-pool party bathroom selfies, really feeling our tans and headed down to catch an uber to Drai’s. There would be no more walking for us four.

We got to Drai’s probably around 11:30ish and it was bananas. Annabelle called her friend and he had us walked in to the club and to their table. As we approached the table, I grabbed Alyssa’s hand and told her that I’d see them later. She gave me a WTF look and I explained that I really didn’t want to play the blue balls game with Nate but I wanted them to have fun. She started protesting but I smiled, gave her a kiss on the cheek and took off.

So this was my first time rolling solo dolo at club in Vegas ever. I resisted the urge to chase after my girls and went to the bar. After paying some offensively high amount for my double vodka and liquid courage, I walked over to the dance floor.

My game plan was to get into a table of course but I was worried about how difficult it would be rolling solo. My automatic assumption when I see a woman solo is that she’s a working girl. I got on the dance floor and started dancing. I love hip hop. It’s honestly my favorite music of all time. The DJ was playing a lot of old school east coast mixed in with more current club bangers and I was loving it.

I made friends with some Toronto girls. Gotta love me some Canadians. They of course were sweet and nice. Thankfully they saved me from several handsy, creepy guys.

I texted Alyssa to ask where Nate’s table was so I could avoid that area and as usual, they had one of the tables that faces the stage directly across the dance floor. Goddammit. Those are the best tables in my opinion for concert nights. Sigh. I had planned to make friends with some guys at one of those tables that had been smiling and watching us dance. So that threw a little wrench in my plan.

I told the Toronto girls that I was trying to avoid that area and was going to move closer to the stage. They decided to follow me. We went to the right of the stage, started dancing and almost immediately, I made eye contact with a guy in the first booth on the second level. I gave him a small smile and little wave, feigning what I like to think of as my signature combination of shyness, bashfulness and sweetness… Vegas style. I turned to face the stage and continued dancing.

3...…2...…1...…

I felt a hand on my waist and turned around to see him standing behind me. Go me. He invited me to his table and I asked if my friends could come. He looked them up and down (lol) and said sure.

We followed him up to his table and the waitress asked us what we wanted to drink. I of course opted for vodka. My guy sat down on the back of the booth so I of course sat with him. It’s the least I could do after being invited to join him, even though all I wanted to do was dance. I figured he just needed a little more booze to get loosened up.

He was decent guy. Hailing from the bay area. He was there for a boys trip to gamble and party. We talked a bit about hip hop and he professed that the best hip hop comes out of the west. LOL. Not this cliché debate again. I wanted to laugh in his face and tear apart his argument, but I chose not to, seeing as how he just invited me to his table. So smiled and nodded and poured him a double ciroc and soda. He was taking too long with the alcohol. I was tired of talking and I wanted to dance. Even after that drink was done, he still wanted to know my fucking life story. Ugh. I got up and started dancing in front of him in the booth. Not slutty or anything, just having fun. He stayed seated and watched me smiling and I laughed at him for being boring and turned to face the stage.

The lights dimmed and we heard “Ay yoooo…”

And I lost my shit. I was going bananas. Wu Tang is in my top ten. I was screaming and putting gun fingers up in the air. You’d think I was pretty hood with that behavior. I so am not hood FYI. My play list just is.

This dude was still not up on his feet. Omg the disrespect. He was making faces like he didn’t give two shits about Red and Meth. Honestly, why the fuck book a table if you’re not down for their music?! This guy was a total buzz kill. He couldn’t kill my vibe but it must’ve sucked to be him.

I was having a great time. Helping myself to the booze, rapping along to the words. It was awesome. The Toronto girls turned out to be big hip hop heads too. We got along well, dancing up a storm

There were other girls in the table just sitting around looking bored. Honestly, what’s wrong with people?! Luckily my guy started talking to his female buzz kill counterparts and I didn’t have to deal with him anymore. Whoop!

All of a sudden I heard that familiar beat coming on and then…...

“"Microphone checka, swinging sword lecture
Closing down the sector, supreme neck protector”"

[wdreamgirl]

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Da Rockwilder is my favorite of their collabs. Such a dope track. I nearly cried because I was having so much fun. As I was adding it to my IG story I got a text from one of the girls telling me to come over to the table. I ignored it. Then I got a text from Nate asking me to come. Shit. I was drunk, bored of my guy and he was clearly over me, so I decided, why the heck not. Like I said before, I need to make better decisions with my life. I texted him back and said ok. He asked where I was and I told him which booth.

He told me to wait there. A few minutes later a security guy came to escort me to their table. I said bye to my dude and the Toronto girls and left the table.

I was again feeling so nervous. I contemplated running away but thought better of it because Red and Meth were still on. I’m such an idiot. I was so close to not seeing Nate. I really lack will power and resolve.

I got to their table and Nate was of course the first thing my eyes saw. He was sitting on the banquette next to some girl I didn’t know. He looked at me and I looked at him and again it felt like time had stopped and it was just us two. He stood up walked over to me grabbed my hand and pulled me after him.

He was walking really fast and I could barely keep up with him. When we were finally alone-ish, he turned to me, grabbed my face in both in his hands and started kissing me. I was so taken aback and so drawn into the moment that I dropped my purse and my drink. I halfheartedly tried to pull away from him for a second but he had slipped one his hands down my back and was holding me pretty tightly. I melted into it and reached up for him. It just felt so good and so right and so wrong at the same time.

We went outside to sit on one of the couches. I sat on Nate’s lap and kissed him and then stopped and laid my head on his shoulder and started kissing him again and stopped and laid my head on his shoulder. It was so nice. Sooooo hot omg.

We sat like this for a while not saying anything.

Finally he broke the silence, “What happened to not seeing each other anymore?” He was smirking at me.
Me: “I’m sorry I keep dicking you around. But…”
N: “I know. You don’t have to explain.”
Me: “But I do! I’m being such a shitty person, shitty wife… “
N: “I knew you’d come back.”
Me: “No, I just…”

But I lost my train of thought because he had his lips on my neck and his hands on my legs and waist.

N: “Can we get out of here?”
Me: ….

So this was it. I had the choice to be honorable or I could be selfish and choose myself.

I chose myself.

I texted the girls in our group chat and told them that I was leaving with Nate. I told him that I didn’t want to go back to the table to get my shoes. I didn’t want to deal with the looks and smirking that I’d get from everyone.

We left Drai’s and went down to catch an uber. Nate was staying at the Cosmo. We didn’t talk much in the car except for when I told him that I wanted secret pizza. I can’t not drunk eat!

When we got to the hotel, he held the door open for me and held my hand as I stumbled out of the car. I melted inside again. Fuck.

I did my best to get my shit together and compose myself because really I was dying inside. He kept holding onto my hand as he led me to the secret pizza place. We stood in line in that hallway for what seemed like forever. I was ok with it because I didn’t want the moments to end. It gave us some time to make out.

We finally got our pizza and I scarfed it down pretty quickly. Nate laughed at me and asked, “How are you so fit if you eat like that?” I shoved him, told him to shut up and said that I’d probably need the energy. :s How quickly things have changed.

We went up his room and got comfortable. It was like no time had passed. I of course ended up staying the night. The next morning I was filled with regret. Not because I had done what I’d done, but because I missed out on a weekend with Nate. Like I said before, he and I vibe.

Luckily I was catching the red eye home tonight, so I had all of Monday to kick it with him.

I texted the girls in our group chat to let them know I was alive and Alyssa immediately facetimed me, which I ignored and ignored and ignored. They must’ve facetimed me 5-6 times in a row. Finally I accepted their call and Alyssa laughed in my face and screamed, “Ok girl, just wanted to make sure that Nate didn’t abduct you and pretend to be you and text us. Get yours! Send nudes!” and she hung up. These girls, I swear they’re too much sometimes.

Spent most of the day in his room, cuz ya know. We ordered room service a few times. Mehhh. It was ok.

I left Nate around 9pm to get my luggage in order to go home. I was sad.

I was hugging him before I left and he asked if it would be the last time we saw each other with a smirk, just like how Wet was going to be the last time we saw each other.

I stood there staring into his eyes and I knew it wouldn’t be. How could it be, there’s just something about him and I together that’s just so fucking hot. I can’t even put my finger on it, but it rages inside me.

When I got home the next morning, hubby and I were having breakfast together and he asked me how the trip went.

I looked at him and said, "“Vegas is Vegas. You know how we do”." He stared at me for a long time and replied, “"Yeah, Vegas is Vegas. I’m glad you had fun baby. Just remember, home is home”." My mannnnnn.

Until next time friends, stay thirsty

[matt1983]

Oh my goodness, what an ending.

[Funkycold]

Bravo, excellent finish. "Vegas is Vegas" might be why I have a divorce trip in my future!

[pc101]

I took me about three days to read the whole thread, a few paragraphs at a time, on two shorthaul flights, cab rides, between emails, and self reflection. There were times when I wondered if this a piece of amazing fiction with a really nice plot line, and great characters. Whether real or not, it's a fuckin art masterpiece and I was riveted the whole time. Thanks so much!

Ps. I gotta say, how high is my fav of the collabs.... So high that I can kiss the sky!..

[wat]

*slow clap*

This is a fucking movie script. Well done, wdreamgirl.