3.18.10

Driving through eastern CA is more beautiful than can be captured by our cameras. We will try for you guys though.

Our room in Vegas was AMAZING. We washed our clothes and stretched out legs, then made bloody Marys and got ready to go out.

Here are our Vegas stories from two perspectives:

Caley and Maggie decided to skip dinner because they figured they got all their nutrients from the bloody marys. Then we wandered the streets and got thoroughly lost but it was ok because we were “IN VEGAS BABY!!!!” We met some awesome people on the streets before we could even find a place to drink so we couldn’t fully appreciate their awesomeness. But no worries, it happened soon enough. All together, we spent $61 on four drinks… Oh man… Good thing we skipped dinner.

Maggie wants to make sure I mention the two old ladies/soccer moms that were dancing in the street in front of a food vendor. They were flashing the crowd that had gathered around them for prolonged amounts of time and giving each other lap dances. They were actually pretty good entertainment. Sorry, no pictures.

Every single casino we went into confused us. We would go in, spend some money and then get lost. It wasn’t making sense to us at all and the alcohol probably wasn’t helping the situation either. =D

We put $2 in the nickel slots for Goose and $1 in for Ruth but lost it all and so we decided that that was enough. So, Maggie and Caley lost absolutely NOTHING to gambling in Vegas, though Maggie was very excited that she had played and screamed at the top of her lungs when we were finished and then disappointed everyone around us when they discovered that she hadn’t won a million dollars.



Not being the magical age of 21, Ruth and Krista adventured out into the streets, Krista keeping her lucky stars in mind and hoping that they’d come through for those $2. We picked up some hooker flyers and got jostled by some drunks fully enjoying their midlife crisis, all the while making mental notes for our return in October when Ruth turns 21. We went through the always classy Cesar’s, and the always gorgeous Bellagio, where Krista fulfilled the only under 21 Vegas dream she had – watching the water show.

The Bloody Mary and vodka apple juice respectively wearing off, we wandered through the tide of Hawaiian shirts, neon, and drag queen billboards, trying to retune our mental GPS. George Clooney was right – casinos are built like mazes to keep people in, but so is the entire strip. We were promised lesbians for $79, the comedian of the year and $4.50 buffets at various points on our journey. We took a shuttle from Harrah’s back to our hotel, driven by a three hundred pound Polynesian who informed us that he ate 6 eggs for breakfast everyday but he wasn’t fat – just big “boneded”. Most Hawaiians are you know.

Returning to the room we mixed another drink and awaited the return of Caley and Maggie, and then we went swimming in a pool heated to bathwater temperature, the lights of the strip replacing the stars.