This was my third trip to Vegas. My first was a business trip. My second was for my cousin's graduation. Now, for my cousin's wedding. (different cousin, but you know what I mean)
I stayed at the Luxor. My family was stuck at the Tropicana and the San Remo, both old school, and I was supposed to chill with them, but as life would have it, I was not included in the bed count. So off to the bougie Luxor I went. It was a nice stay, all the good ish in one place. I didn't go clubbing, much to my dismay, as I didn't have a patna to roll with (gotta have that wingman), and I spent a lot of time with family, and that was cool. I got to reconnect with some cousins I haven't seen in years, and get to know my nephews and nieces.
But Vegas did leave some interesting impressions on my mind. I'll skip directly to those.
- "Let's not break up now. Let's just have a good time while we're here." She was crying, he was following behind her. She was determined to have fun, I guess.
- 20-50% drop in tourism makes for bad times, and it was DEAD in Vegas, from what I'm used to.
- The guys with the M-16's look really menacing, and so much so that I was curious what they'd actually do if confronted with danger.
- The 2 hour wait? Not necessarily a bad thing, most people just do it in stride.
- I saw quite a few guys who were absolutely gorgeous sitting down. Once they stood up, they were too short. Stock plummets. Sell!
- In Vegas, people who are not normally hooches become hooches. People who are hooches, turn it up a notch and become superhooches.
- The California Casino, on Fremont Street, has some really cute guys. And most of the clientel is Hawaiian. Hubba hubba.
- Northern California air, GOOD. Nevada air, BAD.
- Poolside, I watched the folks walk in and out. I saw two big Mr. Olympias making their move over to where I was. I saw them, and watched as they got suited down to get some sun. They were fairly massive behemoths. I was glad they didn't get into the way of my sun! They stripped shirts. Muscles. Everywhere. Kinda pasty. It's okay, we're working on that today. Not bad looking. Off come the sandals. Off come the pants. EW! TEAL GREEN LITTLE SPEEDOS! I put my head back down and went back to sleep grossed out.
- Cabs are cool, but some of the guys who drive them are freakin' WEIRD. Case in point is the one guy who came straight out of a cartoon and was so animated that he nearly lost control of the vehicle twice, and almost plowed down some tourists.
- Being one of the few girls in the Sports Book who know what's going on is freakin' COOL. Dudes dig it.
- Is it me or are the cocktail girls the most tired, upset and cranky chicks you'll ever meet?
- The Pink Taco. Great name for a taco joint in Vegas.
- I need a vacation from my vacation.
Love from,
The Voodoo
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