Let’s see,,, where did I leave off? (click here for part 1)
Oh yes. Friday night. After finishing dinner, we headed over to The Chandelier Bar. Talk about gorgeous. The biggest and most brilliant chandeliers I’ve ever laid eyes on. Sparkly and fabulous. We found a cozy little spot with a view and ordered up some drinks.
At some point while we were sitting, enjoying the view, Mrs. Feller took it upon herself to wave to a gentleman walking down the stairs. Next thing we know, the man is walking over to us. Par for the course on this trip, I swear. So he lingers, with his pink shirt and thick accent. He eventually makes his way over to the seat next to Meggie. We’re all laughing at this point, as we could NEVER just sit and enjoy ourselves. Some dude always had to interrupt. Well, the conversation that followed was one for the books. I wish I had recorded it. The pink shirted man’s name was Astroluba, and he claimed to be from Mexico. Somehow, Meggie confused Mexico for Michigan, to which I replied “his accent sounds a little thicker than Michigan.” Meggie then asked him questions about Mexico’s performance in the Olympics, cause that’s normal. Our favorite quote, which came up with each successive dude that tried to infiltrate: “What’s your medal count?” Astroluba (aka Alejandro) didn’t say much despite our many requests for him to speak in his native tongue. One thing he did say: “gagagagaga.” Which apparently means “haha” in Mexican. Eventually he took a hint and left. Ahh, hilarious. Guess you kinda had to be there 😉
We hopped in a cab hoping for our second wind. Day-drinking in the sunshine is exhausting. Who knew! Our cabbie was pissed that he was at The Cosmopolitan (“I hate this place”), so he gladly drove us to Encore where our boy Brad had us on the list for the nightclub, Surrender.
It was a beautiful club, and a beautifully breezy night, but the nightclub scene was definitely not OUR scene. Arabian princesses? Yes, they belonged. Not us. So after one drink, a pole dance, and a weak attempt on the fist-pumping dance floor, we hit the bricks.
Our next stop, Eye Candy at Mandalay Bay! This place turned out to be our diamond in the rough. A perfect sized dance floor, real/ singable music, and the most AMAZING people watching.
PS, I don’t typically wear my glasses out to the bar, but given the option of a torn contact or sight, I chose the latter. Hot for teacher? Perhaps 😉
S’more memorable quotes from the evening:
- “I’m going to remove my hand from your back out of respect.”
- “If I were LeBron James you’d put my number in your phone.”
- “I’m going to take you to the INXS concert tomorrow night.”
- “Why are they building a big ferris wheel?” “Because they want to.” Right.
- “Slap my friend.” “Why?” “Because he’s getting married.” No.
Saturday was our last day in Vegas. Well, the last day spent poolside anyway. So we decided to start with a real breakfast at Cafe Vettro. It was my turn to toast, and I may have gotten a little schmoopy. Shocking. I may not know much, but I do know that a little hair of the dog in the form of bloody marys and mimosas was an excellent choice. The eggs were good too 🙂
I’m not quite sure what it was about this day. Maybe it was rehashing all the fun that was had the night before. Maybe it was the fact that the party pitchers always seemed to be full. Either that or the raspberry vodka + cranberry juice tasted like liquid Jell-O. Maybe it was just because I was with my besties. But this day was the best day, by far.
We were forced to sit in the pool most of the day due to the oppressive heat. But it didn’t hurt our feelings one bit. And lucky for us, it was actually in the pool where we met our cannonballing friend, Ricky Fresh, who dropped the line, “I go low so I can YOLO” like it was hottt. You better believe the YOLO comments didn’t stop there. Per usual, there were DBs that floated up and made unnecessary comments, such as “How’d YOU get into the group?” (referring to our only brunette Kelly). No worries, she got her revenge.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of massive hot dogs for lunch, listening to whale jokes (“two whales walked into a bar,,,”), Jaim making up new words, being dumbfounded by the girl who freaked over a pigeon (“It’s a pigeon, not a pterodactyl”), and confronting a couple dudes on their comments which in turn gave us access into their whorish world. And so on and so on and so on. The laughter was not on short supply. Best day.
We decided that on our last night we would take to the strip a bit more than we had in the nights past. At times it felt like we were in a little Aria bubble. All well and good, but the girls who had never been to Vegas needed to at least see some of Vegas. So we grabbed a couple cabs and headed over to the Bellagio (not knowing that there was a little train that took us there for free, whoops).
As we walked through the lobby, we spotted a group of Elvi enjoying a bev off to our right. Obviously, we asked them for a picture, and without hesitation they summoned us right up! There was an old Elvis and a hot Elvis. But they were all friendly Elvi. And they showed us how it was done, hounddog style.
As we walked into the Bellagio gardens, I found myself overcome with emotion (once again). Something about the beauty, the calmness, and the company around me. I was with my beautiful friends in this beautiful place and everything was right in the world.
We posed. I cried. Which only continued as we made our way outside to watch the fountains.
Dinner was spent at Cabo Wabo Cantina, because for some reason we all had a hankering for Mexican after the night before 😛 Meghan’s toast was another interactive one, but this time we all had to name our favorite quote of the trip. I gotta say, some of mine were prettyyy popular!
We moseyed around Planet Hollywood where I perfected my GoGo dancing moves. Need a tutorial? I’m your girl. First: legs. Second: shoulders. Third: act like you don’t give a crap. Last: add arms, only when confident. You can thank me later.
We collectively decided to finish up our last night back at Eye Candy. Though a fun time was had, it didn’t quite live up to the times had the night before. Which was absolutely fine. We still rocked it out. Though knowing that we had an early flight the next morning kept us a little more at bay.
Quotes of the night:
- “I leave you guys to go collect $12 and I come back and find you with midgets!”
- “The colts suck.” “Your mom sucks!” (PG version)
- “Get it up in there!”
- “I see judgement in all of your eyes!”
To bed by 2. Up at 515. At our gate by 7. In the air by 8. Back to bed by 810 🙂
I can’t even put into words what this trip meant to me. Nope, can’t do it. But on the flight home, as I was jotting down all the memorable quotes, a song came through my headphones. A song that made me cry (yet again). So instead of trying to summarize my feelings (still can’t!), I’ll just let you listen to the song. Because it does a damn good job.
So little running. So much fun.
It’s been 4 days. I miss my girls.
And I can’t wait to do it all over again.