Seriously, this is the third one and only represents two days. Maybe I need to cut back on my ranting a bit. Well... maybe after this post where I will complain incessantly about the obnoxious individuals who spend their time trying to get you to go to various nightclubs. Prepare yourselves.
As you walk down the Las Vegas strip trying your hardest to enjoy the weather and the sights, you find it a near impossibility to do so as you are constantly bombarded and even insulted by constant inquiries of whether you are going clubbing and if so, where. If you ignore them, they ridicule you "ha, good luck getting into the club, sweetheart! It's spring break!" (yes, it is comments like that which really make them approachable). It's bad enough that the streets are littered with practically pornographic fliers for hookers (unless you are a horny guy, I guess) which leave nothing to the imagination.
My friends and I tried various responses to these nightclub promoters from "we probably won't go out" to "we go to bed early" and the only one that seemed to work was "we are going home today". So, if you want to ignore these pests, go with that response. I am really confused about what could possibly be in it for these individuals, since we decided to try it out and got a business card from one of them and were later informed by the bouncers that it was no good when we tried to get into the club that the card was for. I guess it could just be a profession for people that have a knack for bothering others.
It just really rubs me the wrong way when people do not take no for an answer. If I say no, I do not want to go to your stupid club, leave me alone! Do not insult me or follow me- those are not reactions to which people generally have a positive response. One guy walked alongside us for essentially the entire length of a casino floor- why would that ever be a good idea? Like, suddenly right when we arrived at that last penny slot our minds would be changed and we would stop and ask the guy to add us to the list.
Anyways, those jerks aside we had a decent enough second day. We went to Madame Tussaud's wax museum which was somewhat creepy and then back to the hotel for a little shut eye. And then some stuff happened and then it was day three.
As you walk down the Las Vegas strip trying your hardest to enjoy the weather and the sights, you find it a near impossibility to do so as you are constantly bombarded and even insulted by constant inquiries of whether you are going clubbing and if so, where. If you ignore them, they ridicule you "ha, good luck getting into the club, sweetheart! It's spring break!" (yes, it is comments like that which really make them approachable). It's bad enough that the streets are littered with practically pornographic fliers for hookers (unless you are a horny guy, I guess) which leave nothing to the imagination.
My friends and I tried various responses to these nightclub promoters from "we probably won't go out" to "we go to bed early" and the only one that seemed to work was "we are going home today". So, if you want to ignore these pests, go with that response. I am really confused about what could possibly be in it for these individuals, since we decided to try it out and got a business card from one of them and were later informed by the bouncers that it was no good when we tried to get into the club that the card was for. I guess it could just be a profession for people that have a knack for bothering others.
It just really rubs me the wrong way when people do not take no for an answer. If I say no, I do not want to go to your stupid club, leave me alone! Do not insult me or follow me- those are not reactions to which people generally have a positive response. One guy walked alongside us for essentially the entire length of a casino floor- why would that ever be a good idea? Like, suddenly right when we arrived at that last penny slot our minds would be changed and we would stop and ask the guy to add us to the list.
Anyways, those jerks aside we had a decent enough second day. We went to Madame Tussaud's wax museum which was somewhat creepy and then back to the hotel for a little shut eye. And then some stuff happened and then it was day three.
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