I'm Back Bitches!

As you can see I made it back alive. But I was seriously freaked out on the plane the whole time, since we had a bit of turbulence from the thunderstorms we  went through AND a rough landing. I didn't like taking off either and getting that heart in your stomach feeling like you get on a roller coaster. Don't get me wrong, I love coasters, but the thought of being in the air, thousands of feet off the ground is a little bit unnerving.

Las Vegas was fun to say the least, but staying there for 4 nights was a bit too long in my opinion. When we arrived at 8:55pm, we were picked up at the airport by our friends, checked into our hotel, dropped our shit off and went out the door to head to the Fremont Experience. I loved how everything was so close and lit up underneath the led light show on Fremont Street. I didn't see any big titted whores like I thought I would, but I'm not complaining. We go and head to a restaurant in one of the hotels along the old strip and have a steak dinner, since we didn't eat dinner and it was late. After that we head to Insert Coins for the EVO pre-party and it was packed, but the music was banging and people were gaming! I ended up getting pretty drunk on overpriced drinks, but hey it's all about having fun no matter how much you spend. The next morning I wake up and my boyfriend tells me he's going down to the casino in the hotel while I get ready. About a half hour later, he texts me and says he won $1200 and 2 free nights at the hotel. At first I didn't believe him, until I went down and seen for my own eyes. It was the first slot machine he played too, but he's always been very lucky when it comes to gambling. Probably because it's a rare occasion when he does. So basically our whole entire trip was FREE + some. We then decide that we're going to see the Jabbawockeez that night, and actually ended up getting better seats than we paid for, which was fucking awesome! We were in the 4th row, so we were up close and personal. They put on a really good show that keeps your attention the entire time and makes you laugh hysterically. Who would have thought they were funny AND good dancers? Saturday we spent most of the day walking along the strip, even got swollen feet and ankles to show for it. I looked like I had cankles since you couldn't see my ankle bone at all. Fuck an eh it wasn't pretty. I wanted to go to circus circus since they had an indoor amusement park and decided I was going to go on the loopty roller coaster. It was fast and fun -- couldn't even hold my head up straight with all the pressure. I then spot one of those 3 foot margarita drinks that my boyfriend has been wanting, that has a sling attached to the drink. So, I bought him a pretty purple one for $25. Fuck me in the goat ass. It was so sweet that we couldn't even finish it all, as they're pretty filling as well. We ended up carrying around a flask with rum in it, so that we could add our own alcohol to the drinks since most were pretty weak.

Then late that night, my boyfriends friend's girlfriend wanted to go to a strip joint since she's never been to one. (Hey, me either) But, I didn't want to go and watch my boyfriend oogling some sluts tits and vag while I'm sitting there being really uncomfortable, so I decided to stay at the hotel and get ready for bed since it was about 3am anyways. About 20 minutes later he comes back to the hotel and starts going off about how these women were sluts and gave him the creeps. He told me he only went to buy his friend a lap dance, but his friend and his g/f went into a back room with one of the dancers, so two of the strippers came over to my boyfriend and decided they were going to start grinding on him. He said no, I don't want a dance, but they were insisting. They were touching his thigh, taking his drink away from him and doing all the things he didn't want them to do. He said he felt really uncomfortable, drank his two drinks and told the bitches he was out. They told him that he owed them $20 each and he's like for what? So nice to hear that my boyfriend would rather come back to the hotel than be raped by two willing sluts who are hard up for cash. They even tried to get him to tell what hotel he was staying in. HA. Nasty bitches! I never seen him so completely freaked out like that, especially from a strip joint.

The next day we took it pretty mellow, did a little souvenir shopping for family. Don't know why since I'm still pissed at most, but don't want anyone's feelings to get hurt when I give one something and not the other. Fuck me for being nice. Then my boyfriend mentions that we should go to the Tournament of Kings dinner show. So we go and watch buff men strut their stuff on horses and sword fight and pretend to be King Arthur and the other Kings of numerous countries. It was great interaction and the meal was good. Nothing like eating a Cornish game hen, roasted red potatoes, broccoli and a biscuit with your fingers! Also had soup, dessert and a glass of wine, so I was pleasantly plump that evening. It was fun though and would be great to take kids to if you happen to take them to Las Vegas.

After we were done there, we decided to go chill in the hotel with the friends and finish off our open booze since we had to leave in the early morning. We didn't get out of there until about 1:30 and we had to get up at 4:30 to get to the airport. (next time we're picking better flight times, even if it is 30 dollars more) So I decide fuck it, I'm just going to stay up all night since there's no point in falling asleep for a couple hours and being more tired because of it. I wanted to play the slot machines too since this one machine my boyfriend was on kept hitting quite frequently. They were small amounts, but still better than nothing. So I get on the quarter machine and bet two, which is the highest it goes and ended up winning 15 off of 10 dollars. I was like sweet, so I go cash it out and put the 20 in my pocket and play a $5. I ended up hitting 10 right away and then a few pulls after that I hit 80. It was my first time hitting anything over $12, so I was a bit ecstatic and decided to cash that out and head over to my boyfriend where he tells me he won about $300 on the dollar machine again. We literally made out like bandits the time we were there, well more so my boyfriend since he's a lucky shithead, but it was exciting.

We were so tired since we didn't get home til about 11am, but we're caught up on sleep and I'm ready to get things back into gear!

How was your guys' weekend?