so yeah, vegas…
…was great.
Sunday - woke up, drove for 3 and a half hours to summerlin, where ‘B’ lives. Saw his house. It’s nice, but super new homes like those in Vegas and tract-home planned communities are not for me. But considering what $450 in SF will get you vs. that amount in Vegas, his new place was a serious win.
drove to planet hollywood. the rooms have movie memorabilia in them…. to our surprise, we were put in the Forrest Gump room.
yes, we were in the retard room. Like….you’re looking at Lieutenant Dan berating Forrest if you are laying on the bed at all. Not exactly a huge turn on. Above the awesome soaking tub was another pic of Forrest.
B ended up getting our room changed by telling the front desk that i was offended by the imagery because i have a special needs family member. (at first i was telling him not to make a big deal….we can stay in the room, blahblahblah… until we found that the sink was clogged and there were no ashtrays in our smoking room.)
new room = JEAN CLAUDE VAN DAMME ROOM.
poster + pants + shoes from double impact, machetes from cyborg, and some other still of the muscles from brussels over the tub.
we bought booze before getting there cuz we’re cheap. vodka vodka vodka cigs herb vodka sprite. a bit of gambling (btw, fuck computer blackjack) and drinking, then cheapy dinner at buffalo bill’s followed by a nice soak in the tub while rubbing soap on each other’s knees.
monday - wake up late, cheapy brunch at hotel, more gambling (fuck penny slots too), then a bit of sun by the roof pool………right down the hall from our room. vodka lemonade + cute one shoulder 40s/50s style black swimsuit + lots of sunscreen + lounge chair = bliss
we struck up a convo with the irish couple next to us, and B, being the sociable person that he is, invites them to drop by our room for drinks later since his friends will also be stopping by.
the woman then leans over to me and asks if we’re swingers.
:/
…they didn’t come by.
but his friends did and they were so fun. i was way drunk too, so this is the most social i’ve been with any of his friends that i’ve met. it was mainly his bandmates and a girlfriend. when i was in need of some greens and one of the guys’ ex-girlfriends was the only connection….i inadvertantly broke up the party. oops. and hanging out with this guy’s ex was aaaawk-ward. it was a fresh break up….i think i started crying because i identified how sad she feels….oi vey…drank WAAAAY too much that night.
fell asleep with my clothes and makeup on, and woke up Tuesday in less pain than expected.
packed up, checked out, drove to in-n-out, napped at B’s house and drove home.
good fun.
