What Happens in Vegas...Day One

This is extremely delayed, but I needed a little time to recover and catch up on things after Vegas.  Being that it was my first time in Vegas, I didn't know exactly what I was getting myself into.  I was expecting glamazons and high fashion divas mixed with Girls Gone Wild.  I wasn't too far off from my initial idea, but it wasn't quite as flashy (in either meaning of the word) as I thought it would be.  Don't get me wrong, I got dressed up, didn't sleep (except 2 hour naps here and there), went clubbing, gambled a bit, etc.  There was just more normalcy than I thought there would be.  

I will attempt to lay out what our days looked like (one blog post for each day).

Thursday:

Flew in around 2:00 am Cincy time (11:00 pm Vegas time).

Cabbed it to Hotel and got ready to go out--leaving the hotel around 1:00 am.

Realized even for Vegas, it was a little late to get started on a night.

After pouting, we decided to gamble and drink at a bar in the casino.

I had crazy attention issues and kept playing the slots as my friends talked to weirdos at the bar (of course we got free drinks).

Left the weirdos and met more guys on our way from the Venetian to a hole in the wall casino.

We left those guys when we went into the hole in the wall casino.  

I watched some guys play craps as one of my friends offended some prostitutes.

One of the guys made me his good luck charm and had me roll for him. (He and I are still in contact today--He lives in St. Louis and I frequently get marriage proposals from him.)

I tried to smooth things over with the prostitutes my friend offended.  They told me I looked like Britney Spears' little sister and try to sell me their services.  I politely walked back to my St. Louis boyfriend at the craps table.
I was telling the dealer and other players jokes I had memorized.  They said no one else usually does that and were amused.

The prostitutes then told a different friend of mine how to make $5,000 a night.  I glanced back from the craps table and saw her terrified face.

My St. Louis boyfriend wanted me to meet him at a pool party (it is now 5 am).  I told him we were heading to breakfast and we left.

Right outside, waiting for a cab, we ran into another group of guys.

They invited us to breakfast and we all laughed like we'd known each other for years.  

They paid for us girls' food and then invited us to a pool party. 

We cabbed it back to our hotel around 6:30 am and were planning on changing and meeting them at their hotel's pool (at the Bellagio maybe?) after getting ready.

To be continued in my next post...