I can't tell the whole story in this blogpost-- so probably more to come with documentation from Barb's camera. The brief version--Vegas. Wow. A whole lot of boobs and neon and sounds. A lot can go wrong when two Colorado Springs gals enter Sin City. Examples from our first night:
We feel so flattered when club guys asks if we want to be on the VIP list for nights at the MGM and Bellagio and conclude among the frumpy tourists that we are the beautiful people. They say pride goes before the fall, SO... We show up at MGM to head to the front of the line for the party-- only to find there was no list. We were just lured in being the only women to show up at a sparsely crowded sports bar. Leaving, we're offered admission to Brittany Spear's favorite club if we're willing to dress up for the wealthy men and tip the ticket man $40. We proudly told him that we were on a lot of VIP lists for free. Undaunted, we head towards Coyote Ugly because a lot of men were in that line. They promise free entrance in the VIP line and free shots. We walk in and start looking for the free shots line. Turns out they pour the liquor right down your throat if you're willing to jump up and dance on the bar. Ohhh... free drinks on the bar not at the bar. We quickly abandon that mission and head to the House of Blues to dance. Finally success! We're gettin' down with the tourists and think Sweet Child of Mine is bringing out our brilliant dance moves. 10 minutes of bliss before the main act returns to the stage. In the tightest of leather (vinyl?) pants and a lace shirt, the Prince impersonator takes the stage with his review show, complete with slutty bride dancer.
I hadn't mentioned that it took us about 30 minutes to find our room in the Luxor, awkwardly hauling around ridiculous amounts of luggage up and down elevators and accross the casino floor. Or that we thought we could get half price tickets to a comedy show without selling our souls. But those are longer stories.
I now get why when bright-eyed us told friends where we were headed for spring break, they shook their heads in disbelief followed by smirking.
We feel so flattered when club guys asks if we want to be on the VIP list for nights at the MGM and Bellagio and conclude among the frumpy tourists that we are the beautiful people. They say pride goes before the fall, SO... We show up at MGM to head to the front of the line for the party-- only to find there was no list. We were just lured in being the only women to show up at a sparsely crowded sports bar. Leaving, we're offered admission to Brittany Spear's favorite club if we're willing to dress up for the wealthy men and tip the ticket man $40. We proudly told him that we were on a lot of VIP lists for free. Undaunted, we head towards Coyote Ugly because a lot of men were in that line. They promise free entrance in the VIP line and free shots. We walk in and start looking for the free shots line. Turns out they pour the liquor right down your throat if you're willing to jump up and dance on the bar. Ohhh... free drinks on the bar not at the bar. We quickly abandon that mission and head to the House of Blues to dance. Finally success! We're gettin' down with the tourists and think Sweet Child of Mine is bringing out our brilliant dance moves. 10 minutes of bliss before the main act returns to the stage. In the tightest of leather (vinyl?) pants and a lace shirt, the Prince impersonator takes the stage with his review show, complete with slutty bride dancer.
I hadn't mentioned that it took us about 30 minutes to find our room in the Luxor, awkwardly hauling around ridiculous amounts of luggage up and down elevators and accross the casino floor. Or that we thought we could get half price tickets to a comedy show without selling our souls. But those are longer stories.
I now get why when bright-eyed us told friends where we were headed for spring break, they shook their heads in disbelief followed by smirking.
1 comment:
LOL Thank you for letting me live vicariously through you in the Vegas experience. mmmm...yeah, I think I'll pass
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