(That’s what she said!)
I was in the process of composing an email recapping IdesVegas for a friend and it started getting pretty involved, so I thought I’d post it here.
Read about every bleary, vomitatious, epically disgusting, and otherwise epic moment, after the jump…
Friday. 11pm. Arrive at McCarran. Wait in the taxi line for about 15 mins in front of the drunkest, Vegasiest pushing-40 ladies ever, one of whose names is apparently Tracy.
11.30pm. Check in at MGM Grand. Decide to meet folks at O’Shea’s for low-stakes craps before eating. This proves a tactical mistake, as I discover that the only food option nearby is a food court. End up wolfing a TenderGrill Chicken sandwich, courtesy of Burger King.
11am. Awake. And not happy about it.
1.45pm. Brunch. Win $10 off @laurenday betting on when the waiter will come by to take our order.
3.30pm. Wander around the mall at Caesar’s Palace and window-shop at the high-end retail stores in the midst of the financial apocalypse.
5.30pm. @autgoff purchases a upwards of 100 cans of beer in anticipation of Saturday night flipcup and stores them in a jacuzzi full of ice. (Due to intervening events, they will not be consumed.)
9.30pm. Begin waiting in line to get into Pure, the nightclub at Caesar’s. We are supposedly in the “VIP” line, which, I guess, means that you get to wait in line with a ringside seat to some rather perfunctory cage-dancing. Several of us grow cranky. Bouncer-type gives one of us a hard time because he evidently has run afoul of the dress code, which apparently requires that you (1) wear a jacket, (2) have fancy shoes, or (3) be a lady. Fortunately, we come up with an ingenious workaround.
10.30pm. Doors open.
10.45pm. Performance at Pure by the Pussycat Dolls, which somehow manages to make hot ladies, water, gyrating, and cigarettes not sexy.
Sunday. 12.45am. Spot Tracy (from the taxi line) on the balcony and decide it’s probably time to go.
9am. Awake. Curious as to how the rest of the evening turned out.
9.17am. Receive text: “Urgh.i think i made out w a 22 year old last night?” (I later learn that the 22 year-old make-outee is an Iraq War vet.)
9.27am. Receive text: it seems one of our party “puked into every trash can in ceasars and is STILL DRUNK.”
11.30am. Brunch, where I learn of additional awesome facts, including, among other things, (1) passing out in front a slot machine, (2) taking off after others through Caesar’s wearing only one shoe, and (3) a contest for male attention, which, it would appear, neither contestant actually won.
12.30pm. Recovery by the pool at the MGM, then off to McCarran to escape before the Visigoths descend.
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