Jenn's Reverie

Day 1: VIP's and Nazi's

I leave work at 5 am and head over to the girls house and they're still packing. Assholes. We still get on the road at 6. Made very few stops, including Hoover Dam. It's so pretty. "Jezebel" gave us some history on it. Got into Vegas between one and two, and checked into to our ROACH MOTEL! We all stood at the door and stared for a moment, then decided there was nothing we could do, so just started getting ready for the night. (paragraph) The four of us headed out to get some food while waiting for the fifth, who was flying in that night. We somehow ended up at "Coyote Ugly." We weren't dressed for the occasion so we didn't feel like making asses out of ourselves just yet. Though, "Scarlet" managed to get roughly 10-15 free "shots." I quote shots because they are more like mix drinks that they give you shots of. The "Coyote's" were unfortunatley pretty boring. They just stood there. But we had fun nonetheless. They were determined to get all us girls up on the bar, but we hadn't gone prepared for that, so "Scarlet" was the buzzed on all about it. She managed to take the other two up there, but I kicked back. (paragraph) We headed back to the room where we met up with the fifth of us and got ready for the night. Not bad timing for five girls. Grabbed a taxi with a crazy Greek man and headed over to the club "Rain" in the Palms. The driver was, um, weird and wouldn't shut up. He was asking why we knew Spanish and we shouldn't if we weren't from Mexico. So we started teasing and saying we learned in school. Anyhow, we made it alive, thank God. (paragraph) We walk into the hotel/casino and the line is just insane. It's wrapped around the whole damn building and I said, "There's no way in hell I'm waiting in this line." According to the internet, cover charge was gonna be $20 bucks, so we went with that mind-set. We were very last in line waiting for "Jezebel" who was trying to work our way in by saying it was my birthday and such when this important looking girl walks up to us with a clipboard in hand. "Scarlet" then asks, "What's the "front-of-line" cover?" She say's, '$20 bucks, follow me.' So we follow her and find "Jezebel" on the way, when this important looking girl passes us off to the hott as hell "Ross." Who shook only my hand, thankyouverymuch, and he then walked us to some other guy who let us in. We felt all suave 'n shit. The people in line looked like they wished they were us. If only they had known, we were nobodies just like them! (paragraph)nWe get in the club and immediately "Jezebel" and "Madonna" were out in their own direction. I stayed with "Penelope" and "Scarlet." We eventually started to meet people and I actually for the first time in ages let guy's buy me drinks. The girls yelled at me and made sure I didn't pay. I tried paying once when they weren't looking, but didn't get to. We later ran into the other two girls and they were going to the "VIP" section and wanted us to come with. We get in some elevator after being escorted by a thousand bouncers and when we get to the top there's a sausage fest going on. I'm not having it. I buy a shot and a drink and tell the girls I'm out. They seemed pretty upset, come to find out the guy's were asking for some lap dances and had their dollars all ready. Good old VIP, eh! (paragraph) Anyhow, we dance the night away, we're all doing our own thing, by this time all drunk as hell. Club closes and we head out for the taxi. We were in line forever when we finally realized we were not in line but standing in and around the luggage cart that the bell hops use. Nice. I'm sure we looked just fabulous. No one bothered to tell us. I'm sure they stood and watched in amusement five drunk girls who thought they were cool. I mean after all, we were VIP all night 'n stuff. Dumbasses. We finally realized where we were and proceeded over to the front of the line. We had been waiting at least a half hour. No one in line had a problem with it, I'm sure it's because we entertained them for a while. . . well, except that ONE guy behind us. He said, "You guy's took cuts, you aren't right." I turned around and said, "I'm sorry, we're stupid and were in the cart forever. . . " when I was just about to tell him to go ahead and get in front of us, he cuts me off and say's to "Scarlet" and I, "Go back to Tijuana, you guys stink." Uh oh!! Hey, dumbass, you're talking to drunkass girls, NOT a good idea! "Scarlet" and I lit the little guy up and his girlfriend disappeared not a sentence into it. The other three girls had been mingling when they walked up and had no idea what was going on. They thought we were just drunk and starting shit with random fuckheads. Um, no! They were just as drunk and wouldn't listen and were therefore fueling the fire by apologizing to this ignorant fuck. I finally walked away and grabbed a taxi and yelled that if they weren't in they could catch the next one. They all got in and were yelling and blah blah. I sat up front with the driver and apologized for our drunkasses a hundred times over. I didn't catch any of their conversation, but I guess they all figured it out. When I got out of the taxi, "Jezebel" walked up to me and was crying and telling me sorry. She has experienced racism, from what I hear, a few times. For "Scarlet" and I, it was our first "direct hit." I got over it, as did we all. It is now an on-going joke. For instance, we parked in some smelly ass parking lot and one of the girls asked, "What's that smell?" I then replied, "You guys! Go back to Tijuana!" It makes us laugh everytime. His ignorance won't go unannounced, I explained to the girls. He WILL tell the wrong person something, one of these day's. (paragraph) Anyhow, we made an unbelieveable amount of new friends, including some neighbors that were literally but 5 feet from us. I changed into pj's immediately, as I always do after a rough night on the town, and "Penelope" and I decided to be obnoxious drunks and go wake up the neighbors. One guy, "Moon" opened the door with only one eye peering at us while "John" laid up and looked like he'd just been invaded. Well, I guess they had. We walked in and made fun of them for going to bed so early and drug them out of bed to come party with us. Let's just say, the night ended with me passed out along with "Scarlet." Moon got to tickle and wrestle and such with two of the ladies, and well, let's just say John didn't leave Vegas a disappointed man. (paragraph) We woke up the next morning all still feeling drunk and shared stories and laughed. "Scarlet" then told us that when she was arguing with the ignorant bastard that she at one point said something about his "blonde eyes and blue hair." We laughed so hard it hurt. Good job, ladies, good job! All in all, it was a GREAT night!

To Be Continued. . . .