Sin City

Wow.

There are places in this world where you do things that you wouldn't do in normal everyday life. Vegas is one of these places. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not saying that I did anything crazy. I didn't snort lines of cocaine off of a stripper. I didn't get married by an Asian dressed up like Elvis. The real world ends as soon as you take that Las Vegas Blvd exit. The sky is the limit. You can do what you want, and nobody is there to judge you.... Well, nobody that you know or will ever see again at least.

Let's see. Where did I leave off. It was Friday. I had rolled into town from California and was actually quite excited to be here. I had a little self control that night and didn't end up meeting the rest of the Bachelorette party until 9. When I say I had "self control", what I really mean is, I was distracted by the idea that my prisoner might call me, so I waited around my hotel room for that to happen. I ended up missing his call while I was bonding, over the phone, with Jennifer, my newest "prison wive" friend. We booked another trip to see the boys around the fourth of July. Something to look forward too.

So, nine o'clock rolls around, and I'm ready. Rachel (the bachelorette) had rented a stretch hummer limo. I was picked up in front of my hotel in style. We rode around the limo for about an hour, drinking champagne and getting to know one another. I proceeded to play musical chairs and introduced myself to the nine women that I did not know. Let's see if I can get this. I do have to say that I remembered most of their names right off the bat.... Katie, Bree, Jordy, Jocelyn, Cass, Cassi, Estelle, Prita, and Gina. Bam. I'm good.

We were dropped off at a bar called the Blue Martini. The plan was to hang out there for a drink or two and then go to the airport to pick up Teryn, who was flying in from Monterey. I had asked the limo driver, Steve, if it was okay. For some reason Steve and I got to talking and I asked him a loaded question, "How old do you think I am."

Guys. Seriously. If you get asked that, always , ALWAYS, guess at least five years younger than you really think.... Steve guessed 32, and to his defense, he said he only guessed that young because he overheard me saying that I had been married for ten years. Nice excuse Steve. My response was, "You're an asshole." LOL I didn't mean anything from it, but I think I look younger than that. He couldn't have boosted my self esteem and say 26? I would have been happy with 28..... For the rest of the night Steve called me Asshole. That's fine. I felt like one. lololol

That first night, nothing too crazy happened. We ended up back at the Cosmopolitan, where everyone but Teryn and I were staying, we ate some food and I think Teryn and I headed back to our hotel around 4. That's when it got REALLY INTERESTING.

Maybe it was because we were drinking a little, although I didn't feel like I was even a little drunk.... But there was tension in the air when Teryn and I got into that cab. I'm not even sure where the conversation started but by the time we were to our hotel, which is a five minute drive, I was pissed off and crying. As I got out of the car I slammed the door and a group of Canadian men turned to see the commotion. "That was a slam," one of them said to me, which immediately made me laugh. They tried to stop and talk to me, cheer me up, but Teryn was getting out of the car and I wasn't ready to talk to her.

Let me say a few things about my friend. In her defense (we obviously aren't mad anymore), she is family. We treat each other like we would our sisters and sometimes it can be a little overwhelming. We aren't around each other much. If I'm lucky, I'll see her once a year, so it can be a little "adjusting" when are first in each others company. She always gives me a piece of her mind, and I knew that we were going to have a blow out like this. I'm glad we got it out in the open and over with right away.

Long story short. I'm not giving you detail on the fight, it was between her and I. Saturday morning I was packing and ready to get the eff out of Vegas, but she talked me out of it. I'm glad she did. I was ready to head back to Eric and say, "screw this trip." That wouldn't have been the right thing to do.

Since I was the only one with a car, Teryn and I went to run some errands, aka, buy some alcohol off the strip. It's cheaper. I love these states I have traveled through. In both Arizona and California you can buy bottles of Vodka at Walmart. WHAT? To this Montana girl, it's unreal. So we took a trip to the store and made it to the Cosmo around one. That hotel has an underground labyrinth for a parking garage. Let me tell you. It was pretty cool how they have it set up. There are little lights hanging down from the ceiling over each parking spot, you had to look for the green ones, that meant it was open. It took us forever, but we did eventually find a spot to park and headed inside with our bottles. I think we had four bottles of champagne, a bottle of orange juice, bloody mary mix, lemonade and a gallon of vodka. I hate vodka by the way. Gross.

The smart way to do Vegas is to make your own drink in your room before you go out to the pool. I learned this on my last trip. I refuse to pay $8 for a small, weak drink. Actually, at the Cosmo they were $12. Even better. lol. The Cosmos pool (one of three, I was told) was filled with beautiful people. Girls with heels, fake tans and blonde hair. Holy shit, I do not belong here, but I'll stay and watch the show. Pretty fun people watching. I guess this was the happening spot.... The craziest thing about Vegas is you have to pay for EVERYTHING. Our group rented a "bed by the pool" and I was told that it was $300. Sorry girls, I never pitched in for that. Isn't that nuts? The club we went to later that night had the same thing. You could rent these Cabanas with a hot tub for $1500. You weren't allowed to sit anywhere unless you paid. By Saturday evening I was over the whole Vegas scene and decided to disappear around 11. Trying to get out of Vegas's premier club was a adventure in itself. I followed the exit signs and they led me to a bathroom. I finally asked a security guard how to leave, which apparently most cool people don't leave this amazing bar until like 5 a.m. I'm lame, I guess. He took me through a door that was unmarked and pointed me down a quiet hallway. Is this were they take the girls that get roofy'd? hmmmmm. That though crossed my mind, 'where is this leading me..." I eventually made it to an elevator that had a man waiting with the door open, he rode down with me and told me that this was how the way they brought the escorts in. GREAT. I can only imagine what people thought when I got off that elevator. I think I was escort quality, with the way I was dressed.... maybe I'm too short to be an escort.... lol

Im pretty sure that I was the only one in our group to "catch up on their sleep" that night. Teryn woke me up coming in after 6 a.m. Nice. You have to do that at least once when you are in Vegas, stay out until the sun comes up. I was feeling rested, so I headed down to my favorite spot in this hotel, the outdoor restaurant that is by the pool. I look at T.I.'s pool and think, 'wow, our pool is lame...' That's really fine with me.

There is more to this story, but Teryn is finally awake. I need to pack up my stuff. I've got shit spread out from one end of this room to another.

More later.

K