Breakfast sounded amazing after a full night of drinking. So we got ready as quickly as possible and drove to the strip. It was inside a hotel (though I don't remember which one) and to make a long story short, the workers were completely incompetent. There was seven of us in our party and when we put our name on the list, they said it would be a 35 minute wait. That didn't sound too bad so we got a couple waters at the bar and waited outside. We ended up waiting over an hour to be seated. People were coming out of the restaurant who had showed up at the same time as us because they were finished eating. "Are you still waiting?!?"
It was mostly ridiculous because big groups were being seated before us that showed up after us. Also, we walked through the restaurant and literally, 1/4 of the tables and chairs were empty. No one should have been waiting at all. If they had known what they were doing, the entire place would have been filled with happy, paying customers. The point is, I became increasingly angry. I eat breakfast every single morning. If I don't eat within a certain amount of time after I wake up, I feel sick. Put on top of that my slight hangover. But I didn't want to complain because I was very grateful for all of us to have the opportunity to eat at such a cool restaurant. I pretty much became mute until we were finally seated around 2 PM.
I would say the food was worth the wait but that would only be true if we would have been warned of the actually wait time. It was a very fun experience. Every one's food was very unique and large.
After breakfast/lunch, BoyCrazy, MommaJ, her friend, her brother, and I walked around the strip. It was so freaking hot. I was trying very hard to enjoy the sights but I had gone from super hungry to super full and then put out in the heat. It didn't go well. So we relaxed fairly often by checking out various casino/hotels that we had only seen before in movies.
Like the couple on the first night had warned us, there were many people dressed up as celebrities or cartoon characters. On Fremont St. we saw Jack Nicholson, Danny DeVito, PeeWee Herman with the bicycle, and Austin Powers. I was really tempted to go talk to him. On the strip, most of the characters were Mickey Mouse, Winnie the Pooh, SpongeBob SquarePants, and the teenage mutant ninja turtles. It was kind of like Disney World for adults. Except at Disney World the characters are hired by the company and would never, ever take off their heads.
Eventually, a promoter spotted us and asked if we were still looking for a party. We had another promoter offer VIP at The Palms but this guy had a much better deal. He seemed very genuine by introducing himself and explaining that he only worked for one club unlike a lot of other promoters. Travis, later re-named "T-rex" by MJ's friend, said the four of us girls could get free cover charge and free drinks at the Bellagio's club "The Bank".
We gave him our number and told him that we would be there 10:30 PM. Since we didn't start getting ready until after 8:30 because we made a stop to Fremont St. for football daiquiris, we arrived a little late.
We ended up ditching the taxi as soon as we saw the entrance to the hotel because we were barely moving and being charged a lot. T-rex was waiting for us outside in a suit. He then took us to the entrance of the club and directed us to the VIP line. Most of the people in the VIP line were very dressed up women (like ourselves) with a few guys mixed in. Those guys usually didn't get let in by the time we got to the front. A group of three guys who we had befriended actually got sent away because 1. we don't think they were really on the VIP list and 2. because the bouncer said, "I can't let you in wearing those shoes." I couldn't believe it! I had heard that people could be turned away because of their clothing but seeing it really happen was shocking. The three guys were asked to wait in the regular line which was already very long and to pay a cover charge somewhere between $40-$60.
After I witnessed that, I started to worry that the bouncers wouldn't let me in since I was wearing skinny jeans instead of a dress. They were dead serious. No jokes. No talking really. They just grabbed the ID, stared at it with huge eyes, then looked up at you for a good three-four seconds to make sure it was really you. Thankfully, we were all let in with indestructible VIP bracelets and led to two escalators. As soon as we got to the top of the escalator, we all let out a girlish squeal. It was incredible. I can barely explain it but just imagine the coolest looking club you've seen in a movie and picture us inside it.
We immediately went to the bar because the bouncers said we could only get free drinks until midnight and it was already 11:30. I pretty much drank whatever MJ's friend ordered me and just looked around in awe. Their "well" vodka was SKYY for God's sake. The four of us went to the dance floor, which was a giant circle in the middle of the club that had been lowered 5 or six feet. Bouncers stood at each flight of stairs to shine a flashlight at our feet so we could see where we were walking. I was on the floor for only a few minutes when my second drink got knocked out of my hand and glass crashed to the ground. I was embarrassed but really wanted another drink so I went back up to the bar. It was cleaned up by the time I got back.
"Am I holding it wrong?! I don't understand how this happened to me twice!"
My friends jumped on the guy. "You owe her a drink." I asked for a rum and coke but was very nervous to drink it. He had to walk away to get it and my mom always told me to never take drinks from strangers. Especially if you don't see it poured. And a double especially if you aren't in a safe environment. So I leaned over to my friends and said, "Ok. Now I really want to drink this because I've had less than you guys at this point. But if I start slurring my words or not being able to walk, then he roofied me and take me home. Thanks!"
Looking back it was obviously a poor choice but I was fine. He told me his name was "Booyah". I called bullshit. "No really, I'm from Persia." and I answered, "Oooh. Iran." Well that really impressed him so I made him show me his ID to prove it. Turned out his name was "Poo-yah". I seriously have problems understanding names when I've been drinking.
Eventually, MJ's friend and BC went missing. MJ and I went to the bathroom before we looked for them. While in there, MJ threw up in the toilet. She tried to be very discreet about it but the bathroom attendant heard it I guess. When we walked outside the bathroom, a big bouncer stopped us and said we had to leave because I threw up. I was completely confused. I wasn't aware that MJ had because she usually does everything in her power not to throw up because she hates it. I just knew that I didn't. But he kept saying it and I was pretty drunk and thought, "I didn't throw up... did I? Damn. Maybe I did." It wasn't until we begged him to let us find our friends before he kicked us out that MJ finally leaned over and said, "It was me. I threw up." Those bouncers take that business seriously.
So MJ and I set off to look for the other two girls and we found them in the VIP section with a bachelor party. Giant bottles of Grey Goose and SKYY sat on the table while our girl friends danced around. We were pretty shaken up about the bouncer fiasco and kept telling the others, "We have to leave. Now!" But they didn't listen and we're glad because the bouncer apparently lost track of us.
This is where my memory goes from blurry to completely blank. Even after my friends "reminded" me of what happened next, I still couldn't piece together that hour or two. So here is the story as they told me. Eventually we left the club because we were all very, very drunk. I was having a hard time walking but I was generally staying upright. Then BoyCrazy started to fall and purposefully pulled me down with her as an attempt to keep herself standing. Obviously that didn't work out. We crashed into a flower bed.
We walked around for a while to look for a taxi and MJ's friend was getting really pissed off because we couldn't find one. BC talked to the taxi driver about "our Lord, Jesus Christ" the whole drive back to the hotel. When MJ's friend asked what they were talking about I responded, "She's probably telling him she's a virgin. She likes to do that when she drinks." BC insisted on paying for the taxi ride and this is about where I picked up my memory again.
MJ and I were the last to get out. The taxi driver came around to our open door and said, "Your friend puked in my cab!" We both looked around to the backseat and sure enough, there was a red splotchy stain on the cup holder. MJ tried to convince him that it was "just a drink that spilled". While I kept saying, "No. That must have been there before." He kept getting angrier and saying that he saw her do it. At that point, the other two girls had gone inside and we ran as fast we could to catch up.
MJ's friend swears that she "just spit" in the cup holder. But even then, not the best behavior for a cab ride. By the time we got back to our room, BC was bawling. I kept trying to comfort her but she couldn't even articulate what was wrong.
We were all still pretty drunk so when BC laid down to sleep and MJ's friend was throwing up in the toilet, MJ and I went downstairs in our pajamas to a 24 hour hotel restaurant.
I wore a giant t-shirt and teeny-tiny shorts because I didn't care at that point. I ordered spaghetti. She ordered a hamburger. As soon as the waitress set our meals down in front of us, we both took a longing look at the other person's plate.
"Want to switch?"
"I was thinking the same thing!"
So we traded and it was a fantastic decision. The next hour we had quite the heart to heart. People around us could probably hear everything we said, but we didn't care. I used a coupon to get a free piece of cake and then we went back upstairs to sleep. It was a perfect night.
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