more like the doo doo lounge...
so most of you know that i was very fortunate to have recieved a free trip to las vegas for new years as my christmas present from ashley this year. kick ass, right? one would think. if only i would have known the tragic turn of events that took place...
12/30
5:30am - wake up to go to the airport with a cough a slight burn in my chest. i chose to ignore it and hope it was just from lack of sleep.
11:00am - arrive in vegas feeling very excited but a little woozy.
1:00pm - eat massive buffet, play $20 in slots, and attempt to drink a corona all the while trying to pretend like im not getting a fever.
well that game lasted about 30 minutes and i decided to go up to the room and rest. thats when the sickness got the best of me. i felt like i had been in a car wreck, had sharp pains through my back and ribs, insanely high fever, crazy chills, chest on fire, and coughing up a lung. i was completely miserable. then i started crying because i was so upset that i was in the amazing place where the party never ends, on new years no less, and i could not be a part of it. so needless to say i didnt leave the room the rest of the day. the girls went to ceasars without me and i slept and ordered a $20 chicken salad sandwich from room service.
12/31
i woke up that morning without a fever but still feeling like shit run over twice, but decided to muster up the little amount of strength i had left and make the best of it. so we bought tickets for new years eve for $125 a piece to get into the voodoo lounge at rio. we heard it was gonna be hot, so we decided to just go for it and got all excited and cute in out little outfits. we should have known something was not right when we showed up at nine and there ws no line to get into the club. we walk in and there is maybe 20 people there, all over the age of 30. no dance floor. no dj. no place to sit. but they did have a house band playing lounge music. now i love cheesey lounge music just as much as the next person, but bobby darin is not exactly what i wanna be rockin to on new years. and ashley was definitely not having it. so we all decided to eat that $125, go change into warm clothes, grab a couple of beers from the convenient store and head down to the strip with the other 500,000 people celebrating the new year in style. after that we headed back to the luxor, had a few drinks at nefertiti's lounge and then danced till about 4am at club ra. it wasnt exactly how we planned the evening to go, but it couldnt have gone better (well maybe if i wasnt on my deathbed while all of this was going on). i was with my girls and we just enjoyed being together and had a great time.
so that was my trip to vegas. but seriously, of all the days, and all the places to get sick, why then? and why there? maybe that was god's way of making sure i didnt get out of control and do something stupid. i dont know. i really need to go back when i can fully take advantage of my surroundings.
honestly, who goes to vegas and doesnt get drunk?
and im still sick.
12/30
5:30am - wake up to go to the airport with a cough a slight burn in my chest. i chose to ignore it and hope it was just from lack of sleep.
11:00am - arrive in vegas feeling very excited but a little woozy.
1:00pm - eat massive buffet, play $20 in slots, and attempt to drink a corona all the while trying to pretend like im not getting a fever.
well that game lasted about 30 minutes and i decided to go up to the room and rest. thats when the sickness got the best of me. i felt like i had been in a car wreck, had sharp pains through my back and ribs, insanely high fever, crazy chills, chest on fire, and coughing up a lung. i was completely miserable. then i started crying because i was so upset that i was in the amazing place where the party never ends, on new years no less, and i could not be a part of it. so needless to say i didnt leave the room the rest of the day. the girls went to ceasars without me and i slept and ordered a $20 chicken salad sandwich from room service.
12/31
i woke up that morning without a fever but still feeling like shit run over twice, but decided to muster up the little amount of strength i had left and make the best of it. so we bought tickets for new years eve for $125 a piece to get into the voodoo lounge at rio. we heard it was gonna be hot, so we decided to just go for it and got all excited and cute in out little outfits. we should have known something was not right when we showed up at nine and there ws no line to get into the club. we walk in and there is maybe 20 people there, all over the age of 30. no dance floor. no dj. no place to sit. but they did have a house band playing lounge music. now i love cheesey lounge music just as much as the next person, but bobby darin is not exactly what i wanna be rockin to on new years. and ashley was definitely not having it. so we all decided to eat that $125, go change into warm clothes, grab a couple of beers from the convenient store and head down to the strip with the other 500,000 people celebrating the new year in style. after that we headed back to the luxor, had a few drinks at nefertiti's lounge and then danced till about 4am at club ra. it wasnt exactly how we planned the evening to go, but it couldnt have gone better (well maybe if i wasnt on my deathbed while all of this was going on). i was with my girls and we just enjoyed being together and had a great time.
so that was my trip to vegas. but seriously, of all the days, and all the places to get sick, why then? and why there? maybe that was god's way of making sure i didnt get out of control and do something stupid. i dont know. i really need to go back when i can fully take advantage of my surroundings.
honestly, who goes to vegas and doesnt get drunk?
and im still sick.