Meeting strangers in Vegas

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Upon my arrival at The Flamingo, I proceeded to spend the remainder of the day meeting more people and drinking.  Because those two things go hand in hand, do they not?  This was probably the first time I have ever hung out with a large group of people, none of whom I knew previously, and actually felt comfortable.  We talked as if we were old friends.  I’m not saying that I wasn’t awkward, because it’s safe to say that I probably definitely was.  But I’m always awkward so that’s nothing new.  I was already friends with a lot of them on Facebook, and some of them recognized me from updating my status all the time everyday.  But since they’re all social media fanatics as well, no one was judging me for it.  A couple people also recognized me as the girl who loved shoes.  Apparently when I posted about Army & Navy, some of them thought I was actually buying army boots at some sort of military store.  I had to clarify and explain what Army & Navy really was.

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Carlo & Charlie’s

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Mango margaritas

It was happy hour at Carlos and Charlie’s when I arrived, so perfect timing.  New friendships were made and margaritas were drank.  Larissa pretended it was Tom‘s birthday so that the waitress with the big boobs would come over and pour shots in his mouth.  And she did.  And it was awesome.

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New friends

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Happy hour

When it was time to check in, I met Megan, who I would be rooming with for the first and last day of our stay.  Being the awesome person that I am, I used my Total Rewards card in order to get ahead in line.  We went back down to Carlos & Charlie’s and had some awesome quesadillas.

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Quesadilla Charlie’s

At one point, we all seemed very depleted and worn out and we weren’t sure why.  We were also all very on edge and upset about the fact that our phones were all dying.  It would appear that when you’re a social media buff and your phone battery is drained, your energy level may also become drained.  The solution?  A phone charging party, naturally.  And so a bunch of us got together in the hotel room to charge our phones, and as we did, we too slowly regained our energy.

My original plan was to go see strippers that night.  Because why would I not go see strippers that night?  But I wasn’t feeling it.  Shocking, I know.  There were only a few people who had originally wanted to go and the strippers we wanted to see were all the way on the opposite side of the strip.  I mean maybe if I had more energy at the time I would have been all for it, but I decided my first night would be better spent wandering around our side of the strip and meeting more awesome new people.  Besides, I had already seen Thunder From Down Under last year in Vegas and again this year in Vancouver.  I’m thinking once a year should be what I aim for.

Instead, a few of us wandered around the strip and walked down to The Venetian where we contemplated taking a gondola ride but decided against it.  We walked past Madame Tusseauds wax museum, where we took pictures with The Rock and Justin Timberlake.  Next time I’m in Vegas, I want to actually go inside and take pictures with all the celebrities.

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The Venetian

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The Rock

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Group shot with JT

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Obviously I needed a solo shot too

We later met up with others at Centre Cut Steakhouse in the Flamingo for martinis and bacon.  Because who doesn’t love martinis and bacon?  Especially when there’s three different kinds of bacon.

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Pomegranate lemon martini

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Trio Bacon Satay

More people showed up as the hours went by.  The group from DC took a limo from the airport, which somehow may have ended up being cheaper than the shuttle I took.  I was jealous.  Eventually I met Kitty and another Megan, who were my other roommates for the night.  I think I ended my night watching TV and eagerly anticipating what the rest of the trip had in store for me.

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“Bahhh!”

So the other night I went out for some drinking and dancing.  But as with most nights, the most memorable part does not happen at the club, although there were a few.  Like the moment where this guy started dancing up behind me and I couldn’t see what he looked like.  So I said to my friend “What does the guy behind me look like?”.  To which she replied “He looks like he’s high or something.”  At which point I decidedly moved away from said guy.  It’s always good to have a friend you can count on in moments such as those.

There was also the moment when I was in the bathroom and Don’t Stop Believing started playing.  All the girls started singing and dancing as if that bathroom was a dance floor.  But I think a lot of people in most places treat wherever they are at the moment that song plays as a dance floor.  That’s just how it is.  But one girl did not go crazy like the rest.  Instead, she asked her friend what the song was.  Apparently she had never heard it before.

And there was the time before I got there, when I was making my way on the sky train.  There were these two drunk underage girls who decided to go and sit on the ledge at the back of the sky train.  And one of them was somewhat incoherently babbling about how she always wanted to sit up there but thought that people would judge her and how it was natural and like the circle of life.  And then she started singing The Circle of Life.  Badly.  And then they talked about how they were meeting up with some guys who I guess were foreign because they said that if they got caught drinking, they would get deported.  They were thankful that they themselves would only get thrown in the drunk tank.  I wonder what ended up happening to them.

And there was the time at the bar when we ordered a pitcher and my friend poured it badly and we laughed about how there was too much head.  And yes, I know, I’m totally jumping all over the places with these random moments and not going in any order whatsoever.  But I’m talking about a night that involved drinking, so really you can’t expect me to recollect things in the chronological order in which they occurred.

At the end of the night, we were standing outside on the corner, figuring out which way to go and seeing who was taking a cab or a night bus or whatever and making sure we knew where we were going.  While we were doing so, this guy was pushing another guy in a wheelchair across the street.  There was something wrong with this guy.  Both of them actually.  The old guy in the wheelchair was scary looking and incoherent.  We thought nothing of it, but then suddenly he reached out his hand and yelled “Bahhh!” at whoever was around.  Which happened to be us.  I don’t know what he wanted.  Money?  He didn’t say, nor did the guy who was pushing him.  But upon getting to our side of the street, they did not keep going.  They sort of hung around that area, continuing whatever it was they were trying to accomplish.  We had to move away several times, because the guy kept pushing him in our direction.  Eventually, we figured out our shit and crossed the street.

Don’t ask me why that was the most memorable moment.  I really couldn’t tell you.  I guess it’s just not everyday that someone appears out of nowhere and yells “Bahhh!” at you as if it’s supposed to mean something, let alone someone in a wheelchair in the dark in the middle of the night.

Remember that time you got drunk?

My brothers are in Grade 5.  In their class, they are learning about DARE, drug abuse resistance education.  In a homework assignment, they were required to write about drugs and the decisions that people make about them.  I happened to read one of my brother’s rough drafts.  He talked about tobacco, marijuana, and alcohol.  In talking about these, he was required to give examples.  One particular example, regarding alcohol, hit a little too close to home.  Here is an excerpt of what he wrote:

“For example: My older sister Dominique was at our Aunts house, and she was drinking lots of wine.  Than she fell asleep fast because she drank too much.  After, we had to carry her to a bed which was in a room, but unfortunately, we bumped her head on a door.  Luckily she didn’t feel it because she was sleeping.  This can happen to you if you drink too much.”

Yeah.  He’s handing that in.  Luckily, his teacher is one who wasn’t there when I was in elementary school, and therefore doesn’t know me.  So it’s okay.  And his description isn’t that bad.  That’s pretty much what happened.  I happened to be sitting near the bottles of wine, and somehow got the task of pouring it for people.  And every time I poured a glass for someone else, I usually poured some more for myself as well.  Without eating.

Dinner did not come soon enough.  And so apparently at some point I put my head down on the table and didn’t lift it back up again.  It took a couple minutes and then someone asked if I was okay.  And then apparently my mom and my sister sort of carried me to the bedroom.  But not before they accidentally hit my head against the wall and then dropped me and then laughed about it.  I have such a loving family.

I ended up spending the night at my aunt’s house.  I remember my parents attempting to get me to leave with them later but that obviously wasn’t going to happen.  My brother had a basketball game that night, and there was no way I would have been able to sit through it.  Perhaps my subconscious made me drink too much, so that I could avoid having to sit through a basketball game?

This happened like three years ago.  My siblings never let me forget it.  “Remember that time you got drunk…” is often a conversation opener that comes up every now and then for whatever reason.  My sister also used this example for her religion homework one year, I think when she was in Grade 9.  I’m not sure what the topic was.  But yeah.  She had a teacher that I never had as well thankfully.  I think her description was more detailed as well.  And I believe one of the lines was something like “and then we dropped her and she hit her head.  It was so funny!”.  I don’t think her teacher was amused.

I’d like to think that I’m a good older sister.  I set a good example.  A good example of what not to do.  I believe I have successfully put my brothers and sister off of drinking.  And least for a while.  Sadly, this was not the only time they had seen me drink too much.  Cause you know, once isn’t enough to let the message sink in.  That’s how much I care.