I love Vegas. I love it with all my heart. When I am not in Vegas I am thinking about being there all the damn time.
I’ve been on the fence about writing a TR about our last girls trip because some of you attempted to tear me a new a**hole after writing my last and only TR, despite the “we don’t judge anyone” tagline in this forum. However, I love reading TRs, they bring me back to my happy place and I know it’s the same for many of you. Who am I to deny anyone this pleasure??? Double middle finger to all you judgey judgers out there. We all sin in our own ways
I’m a bit of a wild child and my hubby loves it.
Me – 29
Annabelle – 29
Alana – 27
Alyssa – 29
Amanda – 27
The five us go waaaayyyy back. We went to junior high together and stayed friends. Love these downass chicks. Same as last time, rings stayed at home. We came to party. Again, no fancy restaurants, shows or sight seeing. We stayed at Aria.
Liquid, Hakkassan, Daylight, Light, MDC, Hakkassan, EBC, XS night swim, Eclipse
Flight outta of NY, nothing spectacular to note except that people were totally hammered and some people got ticketed for their intoxicated behavior. Haha. Wasn’t loving that as I was trying to sleep.
Presidential limo to the hotel, with champagne and a stop at Walgreens for some booze and snacks. Check in was a breeze. We had a 2 bedroom suite. I tried the sandwich trick to upgrade to something fancier, but seeing as how it was a fight weekend, no upgrades were available. Boo ☹ They did give us a free fridge and comped our resort fees though. After waiting no more than 20 minutes for our fridge and bags, we changed and headed to a restaurant in Aria… I forget what it’s called… Pub something, maybe? The food was good, usual Vegas prices. I’d eat there again.
After lunch we headed over to Liquid. Thursday is usually a pretty chill day for us and Liquid was the perfect spot. We were given cards for free drinks as soon as we entered. I think they were called the Liquid ladies swim club cards. We got pretty hammered because we kept going back. We gave the bartender a $40 tip to start bc we were going to keep coming back to him all day. Here’s what pissed me off though… The third or fourth time we went up to the bar Alana and I asked for patron shots and flashed our cards. Our bartender got called back for something so another bartender served us. The bartender poured them out for us set them in front of us and then proceeded to say snootily, “these aren’t included. $35.” Wow. So rude. She could’ve told us that before. We didn’t tip her.
I was dancing in the pool by myself while the girls hung out along the edge of the pool when a host came up to us and asked if we would like to join a cabana. Don’t have to ask us twice! The guys we met were very sweet. They were there for a wedding the next day. The bachelor looked like he was really digging deep lol. Walking slanted, head rolling, slurring but he refused to throw in the towel. Thatta boy!
The cabanas at Liquid are nice. Private little pools out front with ledges to sit on in the pool. The only problem is that the sun gets blocked after a certain time. My girls and I were really having a good time, dancing with the gentlemen in the pool, shooting the shit when we noticed a creepy man in a speedo on the other side of the fence filming us with a camcorder!!! Who has a frickin camcorder these days anyway?! The guys had their security tell him to stop but not before snapping pics of us flipping him off. It’s a pretty stellar set of pics. You can see how we get progressively more agitated as you flip through. Worth a thousand and one words.
The guys were doing a bar crawl that night and we already had plans for Hak, so we said our goodbyes, have a nice life and left at around 5.
Pedialyte, coconut water and a nap. We got up at around 10pm and got ready for Hak. Oh my lord what a long line up for a Thurs!!! I called my friend who’s a host and he walked us in no probs. Thanks M!!!
We walked around the main room for a bit and met some sweet guys from Chicago. They offered us drinks, so we hung out with them. Big fucking mistake. First of all they were just sitting down, not really dancing. So they wanted us to sit too. Fine. But as they got drunker and drunker, they got weirder and weirder. Talking about how Vegas is the perfect setting for dungeons and dragons, that Jay Z and Beyonce and the rest of the killuminati (they actually said that) own Vegas, some racist comments here about Asian women being submissive (I’m Asian. Submissive though? Nahhhhh.)…. Blah, blah, blah. So I stood up and was about to drag the girls away when the guy I was sitting with said to me “yo shorty, show me what you got Ma!” Yes, he actually said that. WTF! He proceeded to hump my ass. Literally was banging himself into me. Needless to say, we left quite quickly.
We decided to check out the Ling Ling room. I heart hip hop and have never been to this room. It was bumping. Rammed everywhere. We hopped onto the dancefloor and started doing our thing. A host came up to us a few minutes later and invited us to join a bachelor party at their table… not before whispering in Alana’s ear, “Ask them to order you champagne.” We did not ask them to do that because 1. That’s rude and 2. Champagne is overrated (according to us) and 3. Fizzies give me the hiccups. When we didn’t ask them, the host just told the guys to be “gentlemen” and get the ladies some champagne. I passed and went for the vodka.
Their booth was right behind the DJ. When we were dancing on the banquettes we could look right in and see what the DJ was doing. So interesting! I forget who it was but he was actually doing his thing. Not just pressing play and pretending to turn knobs.
We left at around 4ish and met up with a guy that we had met two trips ago at his hotel. He came down with quite a few of his boys. All super sweet and fun. So I was at a bit of a crossroads. Some of my girls are unaware of the understanding my husband and I have and my friend is also in a relationship. The plan was for me to meet up with just him, but the girls wanted to smoke and they had some. So we all headed over to their room, also in Aria. So convenient. Anna decided to pull the “responsible” card and insisted that we leave when the sun started to come up. I wanted to stay. By myself. Ugh, Anna wasn’t having it. So we proceeded to argue in French and I won. I walked the girls out and then knocked on his door again. He asked me what was up with the French ranting and I told him, “Girl talk. I didn’t want you to understand what we were saying to each other obviously. I’m staying. Hope that’s ok with you??” With a giggle and a shy smile, I locked myself in the washroom for a couple a minutes and waited till I heard the door open and close as the boys made their exit.
I left at around 9. Thank God we were in the same hotel. Nothing worse than doing the walk of shame in the morning. My dress was particularly sexy that night. Not a good look compared to the business casual conventioners and health conscious joggers. But whatever, making good decisions is for home life.
I’ve been on the fence about writing a TR about our last girls trip because some of you attempted to tear me a new a**hole after writing my last and only TR, despite the “we don’t judge anyone” tagline in this forum. However, I love reading TRs, they bring me back to my happy place and I know it’s the same for many of you. Who am I to deny anyone this pleasure??? Double middle finger to all you judgey judgers out there. We all sin in our own ways
I’m a bit of a wild child and my hubby loves it.Me – 29
Annabelle – 29
Alana – 27
Alyssa – 29
Amanda – 27
The five us go waaaayyyy back. We went to junior high together and stayed friends. Love these downass chicks. Same as last time, rings stayed at home. We came to party. Again, no fancy restaurants, shows or sight seeing. We stayed at Aria.
Liquid, Hakkassan, Daylight, Light, MDC, Hakkassan, EBC, XS night swim, Eclipse
Flight outta of NY, nothing spectacular to note except that people were totally hammered and some people got ticketed for their intoxicated behavior. Haha. Wasn’t loving that as I was trying to sleep.
Presidential limo to the hotel, with champagne and a stop at Walgreens for some booze and snacks. Check in was a breeze. We had a 2 bedroom suite. I tried the sandwich trick to upgrade to something fancier, but seeing as how it was a fight weekend, no upgrades were available. Boo ☹ They did give us a free fridge and comped our resort fees though. After waiting no more than 20 minutes for our fridge and bags, we changed and headed to a restaurant in Aria… I forget what it’s called… Pub something, maybe? The food was good, usual Vegas prices. I’d eat there again.
After lunch we headed over to Liquid. Thursday is usually a pretty chill day for us and Liquid was the perfect spot. We were given cards for free drinks as soon as we entered. I think they were called the Liquid ladies swim club cards. We got pretty hammered because we kept going back. We gave the bartender a $40 tip to start bc we were going to keep coming back to him all day. Here’s what pissed me off though… The third or fourth time we went up to the bar Alana and I asked for patron shots and flashed our cards. Our bartender got called back for something so another bartender served us. The bartender poured them out for us set them in front of us and then proceeded to say snootily, “these aren’t included. $35.” Wow. So rude. She could’ve told us that before. We didn’t tip her.
I was dancing in the pool by myself while the girls hung out along the edge of the pool when a host came up to us and asked if we would like to join a cabana. Don’t have to ask us twice! The guys we met were very sweet. They were there for a wedding the next day. The bachelor looked like he was really digging deep lol. Walking slanted, head rolling, slurring but he refused to throw in the towel. Thatta boy!
The cabanas at Liquid are nice. Private little pools out front with ledges to sit on in the pool. The only problem is that the sun gets blocked after a certain time. My girls and I were really having a good time, dancing with the gentlemen in the pool, shooting the shit when we noticed a creepy man in a speedo on the other side of the fence filming us with a camcorder!!! Who has a frickin camcorder these days anyway?! The guys had their security tell him to stop but not before snapping pics of us flipping him off. It’s a pretty stellar set of pics. You can see how we get progressively more agitated as you flip through. Worth a thousand and one words.
The guys were doing a bar crawl that night and we already had plans for Hak, so we said our goodbyes, have a nice life and left at around 5.
Pedialyte, coconut water and a nap. We got up at around 10pm and got ready for Hak. Oh my lord what a long line up for a Thurs!!! I called my friend who’s a host and he walked us in no probs. Thanks M!!!
We walked around the main room for a bit and met some sweet guys from Chicago. They offered us drinks, so we hung out with them. Big fucking mistake. First of all they were just sitting down, not really dancing. So they wanted us to sit too. Fine. But as they got drunker and drunker, they got weirder and weirder. Talking about how Vegas is the perfect setting for dungeons and dragons, that Jay Z and Beyonce and the rest of the killuminati (they actually said that) own Vegas, some racist comments here about Asian women being submissive (I’m Asian. Submissive though? Nahhhhh.)…. Blah, blah, blah. So I stood up and was about to drag the girls away when the guy I was sitting with said to me “yo shorty, show me what you got Ma!” Yes, he actually said that. WTF! He proceeded to hump my ass. Literally was banging himself into me. Needless to say, we left quite quickly.
We decided to check out the Ling Ling room. I heart hip hop and have never been to this room. It was bumping. Rammed everywhere. We hopped onto the dancefloor and started doing our thing. A host came up to us a few minutes later and invited us to join a bachelor party at their table… not before whispering in Alana’s ear, “Ask them to order you champagne.” We did not ask them to do that because 1. That’s rude and 2. Champagne is overrated (according to us) and 3. Fizzies give me the hiccups. When we didn’t ask them, the host just told the guys to be “gentlemen” and get the ladies some champagne. I passed and went for the vodka.
Their booth was right behind the DJ. When we were dancing on the banquettes we could look right in and see what the DJ was doing. So interesting! I forget who it was but he was actually doing his thing. Not just pressing play and pretending to turn knobs.
We left at around 4ish and met up with a guy that we had met two trips ago at his hotel. He came down with quite a few of his boys. All super sweet and fun. So I was at a bit of a crossroads. Some of my girls are unaware of the understanding my husband and I have and my friend is also in a relationship. The plan was for me to meet up with just him, but the girls wanted to smoke and they had some. So we all headed over to their room, also in Aria. So convenient. Anna decided to pull the “responsible” card and insisted that we leave when the sun started to come up. I wanted to stay. By myself. Ugh, Anna wasn’t having it. So we proceeded to argue in French and I won. I walked the girls out and then knocked on his door again. He asked me what was up with the French ranting and I told him, “Girl talk. I didn’t want you to understand what we were saying to each other obviously. I’m staying. Hope that’s ok with you??” With a giggle and a shy smile, I locked myself in the washroom for a couple a minutes and waited till I heard the door open and close as the boys made their exit.
I left at around 9. Thank God we were in the same hotel. Nothing worse than doing the walk of shame in the morning. My dress was particularly sexy that night. Not a good look compared to the business casual conventioners and health conscious joggers. But whatever, making good decisions is for home life.
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