Well you had to know that things weren't going to be dull once our cab got stopped by a taxi cop and the cab driver almost got a ticket. Officer Rico was to die for and was extremely funny. So funny to the point that he gave the cab driver an actual slap on the wrist. Tricia and I were in tears of laughter.
Other points of interest. The Golden Nugget was truly amazing but we soon came to find out that Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps apparently goes to bed at 10pm and to a further extent maybe even 2am. We walked forever to find a place to have dinner but everywhere was either closed or weren't taking any more customers. We finally found a place but they couldn't get us out of there fast enough saying "we're gonna be closing soon"
Anyway, the next day we wanted to go to the strip and noticed that Vegas is this very strange place during the day. It's like an actual town where people live and work. There are no bright lights and everything seems normal. Hard to believe I know. Anyway, we took a bus on the strip which was simple enough and walked around from casino to casino. Saw some points of interest, took some pictures and generally had a good day. Our next step was to walk through the literal desert to get to The Palms hotel so that we could go to Hart & Huntington tattoo shop and get tatts done. Tricia was able to get hers but seeing as I haven't had to worry about carrying ID with me for the past 10 months, I forgot to bring mine with and couldn't get my tatt done that day. We promised to be back. Tricia's artist was James and was a great guy with a good sense of humor, plus the work he did on her was fantastic. In addition to that, we did some celeb worship and both got our pictures taken with Dizzle, whom we both have a huge crush on. Before I was able to take the pictures, I had to find batteries. We did some shopping earlier at Fredrick’s of Hollywood where we got some amazing under things. I somehow carelessly threw the batteries in this shopping bag and finding them required me to toss everything out of the bag. My panties hit the floor. James, being the cool guy that he was didn't mind. In fact, his response after my embarrassment was "Aw, that's ok. I don't get a lot of panties in my booth" Now I'm going to have to have a t-shirt made that says "My panties dropped at Hart & Huntingtons" The thing that made the Dizzle pictures even more fun, for each of us, he had a different look. For Tricia, he looked like they were a happy little couple smiling for the camera and for me he had this pout thing going like "we're buds but if she'll let me, I'd fuck her" We spent most of our day looking at these pictures and most of the trip as well. Mmmmm drizzle some Dizzle on me!
Now we were hoping that with it being July 4th holiday, that the entire town would be a buzz of excitement all night. We were so very wrong. In the evening we got back to our room and hung out for a bit, but time slipped from us and it was 1am. We didn't want to go anywhere by that time, but we figured we should and ultimately dragged ourselves out of the room. By the time we got ready, it was almost 2 am. We figured things should still be going on in "the city that never sleeps" but when we got outside, everything was dead. This city does in fact go to sleep. Earlier in the day, we were told about the night club Tryst at The Wynn hotel that played hip hop and house. We get there and there's a sign that says that they only open Thursday to Saturday. We were hoping with the holiday that there would still be a party but no. No such luck. Anyway very disappointed and bummed we walked to the next hotel which happened to be The Venetian. We got to the bar and started to order drinks. We met the most awesome bartender. His name was Russell and was giving me black russians in several variations. We were having a blast. Plus he was super funny and kept things lively. A few minutes after that, we met Jason. He was fun. He came back to our hotel and had even more drinks with him. Earlier that same day, Tricia and I saw a sign that said something to the affect of a morning special and that you should ask your bartender for details. We thought to ourselves, "Who would do that? What kind of a freak would be drinking in the morning?" Well that "who" was us. That "freak" was us. Anyway, we spent quite a bit of time there and finally parted ways from Jason at 8:30am.
We never thought we would hear from him again but he did manage to call. So the next morning, no wait scratch that, the next afternoon when we finally woke up, we had a mission planned. We were going to meet Jason at our hotel later that night to hang out some more but first we had many things on our list of things to do. We had to do some souvenir shopping, see more sites, get to H&H, maybe see the Treasure Island show and get back to our hotel to pack. After lunch everything was according to plan. We went to the Bonanza (a place that claims to be the largest gift &souvenir shop in the world), we saw the Luxor, MGM Grand and some more Nevada desert. Then we headed over to H&H and this is where we hit a snag. We got there and found out that we had to wait 4-5 hours to get my tatt done. The day before, James told Tricia that that day was a slow day and we had a hard time believing that. She got in in about a half hour and we thought that the shop looked busy. On this day we now saw the difference. Anyway, the girl told me to come back in an hour and she would have a better idea of what kind of time I was looking at. We went to the bar and came back at a quarter to 9. At this point she told me to come back at 10:30 and it might be another 1-2 hour wait from then. We were both a little confused on what to do. We knew we had to meet Jason later but we also knew we had to get packed but at the same time we knew that we had to be back at 10:30 exactly and were praying that we wouldn’t have to wait that extra 1-2 hours. Anyway, we figured that our time would be more productive going back to the hotel to pack as opposed to waiting there and then we would be assured to meet Jason and tell him what we were doing and possibly bring him back with us to the Palms if necessary. We got back to the hotel around 9:15 and were on a packing frenzy. We got the call from Jason around 10pm, met him in the lobby and dragged him with us to the Palms. We got there at 10:30 on the dot and I was in a chair in about half an hour. John did my tattoo and it looks awesome. It’s my tramp stamp at the small of my back and the best city to get it in, the wonderful Las Vegas. Tricia got a picture with Joey whom she just adores and I got to drool over Dizzle one last time. Although, while I was getting my tatt done I was a bit pissed because some bitch that wasn’t me got to have a make out kiss with Dizzle and I could have killed her. Anyway, once tatts were done and pictures were taken, we couldn’t find our new friend Jason anywhere. We searched the entire casino floor and food court and nothing. We went back to the tattoo shop thinking he might come back that way, and still nothing. While we waited, Joey came out passing us on his way. Tricia freaked because he smiled and waved at her and then he was off to another part of the casino. On his way back taking the same path, he bumped into one of the chairs at the slot machines we were sitting at. Without skipping a beat I told Tricia that he was so distracted by seeing her that he couldn’t even walk straight. It was an ongoing joke that we laughed at for the entire rest of our trip. Anyway, we gave one last look around for Jason and decided to leave in our newly bummed state. Besides money was starting to run low, so we got a cab to The Bellagio, stopped to take some pictures and then headed over to wait for our bus.
So we stood there waiting for our bus, and then we waited some more and we continued to wait even more. And then when we thought we couldn’t wait anymore, we did in fact wait some more. For the whole trip we never had to wait a minute for a bus, but it was at this low point we had to wait over 45 mins. When the bus finally came, it was full and we swore up and down that if we weren’t on it, we would go completely postal. We managed to get on the bus, but it was the longest ride ever and everything and everyone annoyed us. On our way home we thought an amazing banana cream pie from our hotel restaurant would cheer us up, but when we got there, we found that while they were open, they didn’t serve pie at that time.
We went to our rooms very bummed. I guess we both had the hope against hope that we might have heard something from Jason at 4am but we slept the entire night with no phone call. We figured after seeing him that afternoon that he was super tired and just went home. A few days later we got an email from him confirming that that is exactly what happened. Due to countless nights of non stop partying, he was simply exhausted and just went home and did say anything for fear that we would make him stay or beg him to join us to party some more. We got up on our departure morning and took an overview of our trip. We had some high points and some low points but the good outweighed the bad by far and we ultimately had an amazing time. Even on the flight back to PA we had a fun time. We got the bitchiest flight attendant of all time. Now, he wasn’t bitchy to us but to everyone else he gave super sass. Tricia and I immediately fell in love with him and his no nonsense attitude. He had us in stitches in the aisle.
We had
such an amazing time on this trip that we’re gonna make the Vegas trip a yearly thing, staying at different hotel each time. Our next place to stay is The Venetian and we’ll be hitting Vegas up on a Wednesday to Sunday trip to ensure we get the best of everything. Maybe I’ll see you there.
TTFN
