La Vida Vegas - Part Three
July 11th, 2008
Let me give you some highlights from the remainder of Vegas.
- I put $20 into a slot machine and won $345. I cashed out quickly and held onto it for dear life. Love Vegas I do, but a gambler I am not.
- QTMama gave me some advice on why I seem not to be attracting men in bars. I took her advice and promptly got molested by a short Hawaiian dude. Short dude asked me in the middle of a loud crowded bar, “Are you a sexual person?” I did not answer. A few minutes later, QTMama was called in to rescue me. This is what I get for taking advice.
- Even after the debacle of drunkenness that was Thursday night/Friday morning, I was oddly not slowed down in my drinking at all. Not once on this entire trip did I get a hangover. And after that night I did not throw up again. I believe my liver is actually angry now because I haven’t had a single drink since I got back. I should look into solving that.
- Folks, there was a whole lot more booze. QTMama and I would go out at night and not get home until it was light again the next morning. Vegas will forever be partying all night and endless alcohol in my mind. And I fully intend to prove that if/when I ever go back.
And here’s the last thing. On Sunday, QTMama and I got ready to go back home. We packed and chatted and laughed and generally tried to ignore the fact that we were preparing to leave. I feel safe speaking for her for just a moment to say that we both had an absolutely amazing time. And not just because of Vegas baby! And not just because of the booze. We both made a fast and strong friendship that weekend. I am not ashamed to say I got a little teary as we said our goodbyes.
So when do we go back???
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I totally want to go next time y’all go to Vegas!
What are we waiting for? Just start planning a vacation and invite me along! Worked for QTMama.
*cracking up* “Are you a sexual person?” At least he got the hint and left shortly after. It WAS good advice dammit!
I didn’t get teary till you got teary. Then I made you leave and I walked back in and the roommate looked at me like I was nuts. *sigh* I miss you too.
I am a teary sap. It’s unavoidable. Although you should have just told the roommate it was because of the onions and batted your eyelashes at him!
I say go back. ASAP. But what do I know, I am just a whore.;)
Awwwww, but you’re *my* whore.
Flattery, my dear, will apparently get you everywhere. Just ask any guy I have previously dated, hooked up with or made out with.
Hmm…actually, it would probably take you less time to talk to all the guy I didn’t do any of that with.
I AM a whore. sniffle sniffle.:)
It’s ok, I still love you.