La Vida Vegas – Part Two

After blackjack we were all feeling a bit friendly so we tottered through the casino laughing, drinking and kissing some more. I believe at one point there was video poker and the Irishman won. Then there was roulette. If memory serves again the Irishman won. We visited the poker wall of fame at one point. And all the while we were drinking, drinking, and ummmmmm….. drinking.

At some point I started to become aware of a problem. I’m not sure if it was the quantity of booze or the fact that we kept switching back and forth between types, but as the morning wore on I started to feel a little rough around the edges. After we all advised some girl at the roulette table not to get married (she was more impressed with her ring than she was with her man, in our defense), we stumbled outside into the sunshine and made our way back to our hotel.

Once there it was clearly a good idea to sit down at the bar. At that point I was aware of something very wrong and I had no idea what to do. The Set Up was starting to get a little worried for me so I was trying to pull it together. But he knew something was up when I ordered water at the bar. He started to ask me if I just wanted to go back up to the room, and got even more concerned when I didn’t have a clear answer. Everything was starting to get a wee bit fuzzy. And I was becoming increasingly aware that I was going to be sick.

So I had a choice. Should I go up to the nice clean room and be sick within earshot of him, or should I stumble to the public restroom and try to delicately vomit there? Clearly the latter was the better choice so I made a quick excuse and ran for it. Shortly afterwards QTMama came in. Apparently everyone noticed my weirdness despite my best efforts and she was the official liaison in charge of making sure I wasn’t suddenly unhappy. Reluctantly I explained the problem. At this point we were all kind of wasted, but QTMama was a champ. She offered to hold my hair or wait for me. All of which I refused. She waited anyway and got an audio tour of my tummy as I emptied it back out. Ever determined to appear normal I washed up, rinsed out, grabbed some gum, and headed back out. Our little secret. Well, until now.

After that I don’t remember a whole lot. I know we went to breakfast. I think QTMama may have actually taken her beer right into the restaurant, but can’t be clear. Somehow we all made our way upstairs.

Unfortunately, I’m not sure what happened after this. The Set Up and I were sharing a room and a bed and there was of course all the kissing. But there was also all the booze and it was roughly 8 AM on next to no sleep as well at this point. I’d love to tell you some lurid tale of what happened next, but the truth is it’s all a bit fuzzy. We may have done something, but we may not have. There’s really no way to be sure.

And what’s worse, I don’t know if he knows for sure or not either. After that night it all got a little awkward. The Set Up managed to cancel on other planned activities that weekend and I didn’t see him again until the night before we left. Based on the sheer quantity of booze consumed, I’m guessing he’s not entirely sure what went down either and so there is only awkward left. Because what could be less smooth than asking someone “Do you know if we…..”? Yeah. Not going there. Shame though because he was a sweet guy. But let’s get real folks… he lives in Las Vegas and I most definitely do not. So the loss here is minimal. So yeah, I just let that one go. Seemed prudent at the time. Although I think QTMama may very well still be laughing at me!

Anyway, more adventures were definitely had so I will finish this off later. Just know that the next morning? I totally didn’t have a hangover. I’m just a champ like that.

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