Vegas

Dee and I just returned from a whirlwind Las Vegas trip for a wedding. Want to know what we saw? And what saw us? Well, now you can…and more.

Day 1

We arrive to our hotel, the Stratosphere, on Friday evening. After checking in, we seek out dinner at the Hilton Hotel. Lines are ridiculous. I finally eat a pork sandwich, which will haunt my bowels for the remainder of the trip. We then find the bride and groom at a Star Trek bar, complete with costumed hosts and glowing orb drinks. Steve tries to touch some Trek ass. Dee and I go home early—she’s preggers after all. Bride, Groom and crew continue on to a Karaoke bar somewhere down the strip. Although I don’t see it myself, the following scenario is laid out for me the following morning: Two drunken jocky dudes take turns grinding an equally drunken skirted girl on the dance floor, seemingly in competition with each other. One jocky dude starts swing dancing with her. They’re all over the place; no rhythm or control. Then the dude throws the girl up way over his head. You know those poles that hold waiting line rope up? The girl comes down—from 6 feet up, mind you—crotch first onto one of those polls. She reels over in pain while jocky dude scampers off.

That’s Vegas Day 1.