I got to go with my roommates to celebrate the new year. That alone makes it something special, but when you get to throw into the mix that my two best friends from college were there also, you have a scenario that simply cannot be contained.
I worked until the Thursday we left and as I'm sure you can tell, I was ready to bust the hell out of the office and begin the journey to the high desert. The drive was fun, but awful at the same time. The time passed quickly driving with Rob and Jordan, but I was behind the wheel expecting the typical Vegas 4 and 1/2 hour drive, when because of traffic, it took 8.
The desert was cold. Not nippy cold. Below freezing cold. I left LA in a t-shirt and shorts and I may have lost some of my body parts while refilling the car with gas - that cold.
We pulled into Circus Circus around 11 and I felt like the head of the family. I had booked the hotel, so I had to check in, sign the papers, get the room keys, hand them out, etc. We quickly got to the room and got ready for the night ahead of us. Rob had flown from Boston to LA, then was picked up by me and driven to Vegas, so, naturally, he hoped in the shower.
Jordan and I immediately made drinks. Rob was sipping on his in the shower, before he even had time to shampoo his hair.
Hell yeah, we were in Vegas.
I hadn't eaten since 5:30 in the car - a simple turkey and bologna sandwich - and my drink was hitting me hard, quickly. I knew it would. I enjoy spiced rum. I enjoy Sailor Jerry spiced rum, but when it tastes like shit, I know I made it strong, and I had to gulp it down not to gag.
Rob vacated the shower, dried off, changed, we huddled, said some prayers, some words of how awesome the two nights would be, and off to the cab we went.
We met my friends at Jet @ the Mirage. It was an 8 dollar cab ride (thanks GOD everything is so close in Vegas).
Josh had worked his magic and got us VIP bottle service - yup, we were ballers, with 2 bottles of goose and 2 bottle of belvedere. It was awesome seeing my friends. Pure joy. They immediately wanted me to meet Ashley, who was a very attractive lady at our table and I wondered why, in my buzzed state, why in the hell she wouldn't accepted my handshake. Oh. My bad. she was our personal bartender. She didn't care who I was. She just kept handing me drinks. Shot, after shot, after shot, followed by Vodka Cranberries and Vodka Redbulls. Mix this with the music pumping and the lasers firing through the haze - my head was going to explode, and I loved every second of it.
We danced, we tried to talk (way too loud), we laughed. We stood in our VIP section above ours - Les hit my and spilled my drink on some poor girl below us - she wasn't happy to say the least.
Rob and I tried to dance on the raised platforms where the women were dancing. Sadly, within two seconds, we were yanked down by some of the largest, scariest looking black men in the world. I asked, probably slurred, "but the women can?'
"Damn straight they can son."
Foiled!
I don't remember coming home really. I remember waking up at 11:30 and checking my phone, my last text message was at 8am. How was I awake? My mind was racing, I was wide awake. I was ready to go.
I was speaking 1000 miles a minute. If I had to guess, this is what people feel like after snorting some powder.
I woke Rob and he was in the same mood I was. Jordan...not so much.
We ate @ Dennys - it was glorious. $4 Dollar sausage and biscuit omelet covered in gravy fixed me right up. Les had a grilled cheese that had mozzarella sticks grilled into it...
Yes. That exists. Gross and totally awesome. I love cheese. What makes it better? More cheese. I ate a bite and I felt my arteries shrivel in fear even before I swallowed.
The best part about the trip? We did the same thing for NYE, but at the Luxor - at a 5 hour open bar.
Oh my god.
Vegas is the adult Disney World.
You had your tourists doing the touristy shit - buying the yard long drinks. You had your people spending a ridiculous amount of money on dumb shit - aka gambling. And you had your over eager kids, looking for the time of their lives - us, eyes wide with amazement for the women, alcohol, and venues.
Leaving was one of the hardest moments of my life. I wasn't only leaving my friends from school, who I had only seen for a meager two days, I was leaving the city where I had the most fun as a legally aged adult.
I felt like I had lost a family member as we drove away...until we stopped at Carl's Jr. and I got 12 dollars worth of fast food. Judge me. Go ahead. It's not my fault I know how to cheer myself up.
It's already been set in stone. This will be the annual trip for my friends and I to catch up.
Oh, it will happen again.
And not on the budget we had this year. It'll be better. Grander.
The only part that blows, is that its another 12 months away.
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