Thursday, April 5, 2012

Do I Even Need to Title This One?

Reday to hear about more of my Vegas trip? If you answered "yes", then you are in for a treat. If you answered "no", well that is just too bad, becuase my mind is a-burstin' with some memories which are still fresh in my noggin' and just aching to be immortalized in a blog post. Unless some kind of crazy internet-destroying virus is birthed or machines take over and this is destroyed forever. In which case the permanence of these stories will likely be the least of my concerns.

So remember how I ended my last post informing you, my beloved reader, that some stuff happened and then it was day two (refer to my last post if your answer to this is no, you do not remember that)? Well, as you can imagine that "stuff"  involved a wee bit of drinking, and thus, the morning following was a bit like having a nail slowly driven into the side of my head when I woke up. It actually took quite a few attempts to even force myself to literally roll out the side of the bed and onto the floor, and substantially more attempts to get dressed and go to the pool, where I felt that some fresh air would cure my alcohol-induced ailments only to remember that, oh yeah, sunshine actually is completely unwelcome in those times and is harsh and blinding. Add to that the ever-blasting pop music and you have a situation that does not help at all.

I was wrong in thinking that nothing could be less theraputic to a hangover than Lada Gaga blasting and sun glaring into my eyes. The worst feeling I think I have ever experienced thus far is that of walking through a cloud of cigarette smoke alongside blinking and chiming slot machines watching gamblers drinking cocktails at 10 AM while already feeling nauseus. That is a feeling which I would never even impose on my worst enemy. The cure? A green tea frappucino from Starbuck's. Of course, it was not helpful that I tried to pay with my Starbuck's gift card only to be informed by a rather ticked-off employee that they don't take those, seeing as how they are a casino. As if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

After doing a lot of sitting around to recover enough to make our legs move, we headed off to the strip again to see all of the sights that we missed the day before- the lions at the MGM, the nighttime fountain show at the Bellagio, the pirate show (which is now actually a slutty siren show) at Treasure Island, and the conservatory at the Bellagio. What do all of these things have in common? They are all free. That is what happens when you do Vegas on a budget. Of course, everything cannot always go as planned, and there were no lions because they cage was being remodeled. I bet those things live a better life than 90% of the human population.

We had a nice dinner at a sports-bar-esque place in Planet Hollywood (where we somehow could not manage to find the Planet Hollywood restaurant...irony at its best). I had a chicken sandwhich with marinated mushrooms, in case any of you wanted to know (I'm sure it was a burning question in your minds).

Oh...my...gosh....writing these is seriously tiring. But, it will relieve some of you to know that I am almost done telling my tale. All that remains is the story of Fremont Street and the drive home. So, bear with me. Or don't.

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