Ow + Vegas Part 2
Bleah, I had the worst....throat attack I’ve had in nearly a year today.
It happens when I eat too fast, eat pieces too big, hunch when I’m eating, or any combination of those three things. This is a side effect from my hiatal hernia (My stomach is trying to climb up my esophagus.) When it happens I cannot get food down. I either have to open my throat by tilting my head back and sitting up or allow the food to just slide down or I have to puke it up. Also, my saliva and mucus glands tend to go code red and over produce, so every five minutes or so I end up with a mouthful of spit.
Most of the time I’m able to catch myself before I have a bad episode, but today’s attack lasted well over two hours. At one point I tried to force the block open by swallowing two big mouthfuls of water. I ended up just hurting myself and puking up the water and then really puking. Ouch.
Major kudos to Melissa. She put up with this form of me. (It’s really not pleasant to be around.)
Anyway, now that we’re done with all the fun details about my body and my day, on with the Vegas trip report!
Lessee.... I left off at...
Day Three:
Ahh, the day of the wedding.
I woke up around 9:30 I think. Dave was up too, so we headed down to the Sao Palo café for breakfast. It was the only place in the whole place actually worth the money it cost.
I got the most amazing French-toast and a $3 glass of orange juice (which I am pretty sure was Tropicana) and Dave got banana pancakes. It was nice. The café was very well decorated and quite, and aside from the amazingly rushed service and the $3 orange juice I had no complaints.
After breakfast we were all very anxious to get to the pool. The night before we were told that the pools all closed at 5pm (Apparently later at night the combination of losing money and being drunk results in more “accidents” than is reasonable.)
Out side was nice, the ground was fucking hot, actually, everything was fucking hot. I believe the temperature peaked at around 105 that day. It made the pools very inviting (and the bar too, apparently.)
We got some cold drinks to accompany the cold pool. Well, I didn’t the other guys did.
And no, “drinks” does not mean soda.
Dave told the bartender to just “the craziest ass drink” he could and boy did the bartender do that.
We got a drink in a cup a foot and a half tall half-filled with alcohol.
It was like a Mai Tai, but not. It was also very tasty.
So, there we are, just chilling in Vegas by the pool, alcohol freely available, and no parents; so I figured, “why not?”
I thought I’d drink until I got a little buzzed.
So, I drank, and didn’t feel anything, and drank a little more, and didn’t feel anything. And I didn’t feel anything until we’d gone through about.... five of the big drinks (effectively 1 for each of us, and I had a daiquri.) We were waiting for Crystal to come back with the next refill, so I laid down for a few seconds to bask in the scorching sunlight. I was only down for about a minute, but when I sat up: WOAH! =) Everything was a little wiggly, unfocused but clear; I felt light headed and bubbly and happy. It was fun.
I had, however, overshot the “buzzed” line a bit; I was now well into “tipsy” territory.
He he!
We finished off the last drink and headed back to the hotel room to get ready for the wedding.
The walk back was interesting; up until then I have never had fun just walking.
Back in the room Dave was acting like he was - totally smashed. Tarn, Chris, Brandon, and Reid left me and Dave to get ready. Dave claimed it first and “took a shower” (puked for thirty minutes). I watched a little TV while I was waiting for him. I also rolled a and put it in my suitcase (I still have it.) Around 5:15 I realized we had a problem, so I ran, half-drink through the crowed, flash, confusing casino floor of the Rio to tell Tarn that we had a problem.
I ended up having to drag Dave out of the bathroom, pep-talk him into clothes and then lead a guy with a hang-over to the wedding chapel.
I’m fairly sure I scared/amused several people in the hotel.
But we made it! However, we were five minutes too late.
We did make it in time for pictures though (later, at the reception, people were actually posing with Dave (who was passed out at the table.) I’ll get pictures, I promise.
The reception was awesome. The Rio has this buffet that is astounding. It’s about a quarter mile long with everything from salad to duck to pizza to Chinese food to seafood.
Plus, I got to scare this one couple. I sat Dave down at the end of a table, where he promptly fell asleep. Next to us, a young couple sat down, and promptly exchanged “Holy shit, that kid is drunk.... and that guy is passed out?” looks. I just smiled and poured myself a glass of champagne (This didn’t help their looks any.)
After a while I got tired of them staring at me, so I moved down to the table reserved for the people who were actually in the wedding (Tarn, Chris, Brandon, Crystal, Sarah, and Reid.) And since Sarah’s mom was footing the bar bill for all of them Tarn and Chris got me more drinks (two long island iced teas).
After dinner we went up to Tarn and Sarah’s new suite for the bouquet toss. Tarn gave me another long island iced tea after everyone left.
End Day Two.
It happens when I eat too fast, eat pieces too big, hunch when I’m eating, or any combination of those three things. This is a side effect from my hiatal hernia (My stomach is trying to climb up my esophagus.) When it happens I cannot get food down. I either have to open my throat by tilting my head back and sitting up or allow the food to just slide down or I have to puke it up. Also, my saliva and mucus glands tend to go code red and over produce, so every five minutes or so I end up with a mouthful of spit.
Most of the time I’m able to catch myself before I have a bad episode, but today’s attack lasted well over two hours. At one point I tried to force the block open by swallowing two big mouthfuls of water. I ended up just hurting myself and puking up the water and then really puking. Ouch.
Major kudos to Melissa. She put up with this form of me. (It’s really not pleasant to be around.)
Anyway, now that we’re done with all the fun details about my body and my day, on with the Vegas trip report!
Lessee.... I left off at...
Day Three:
Ahh, the day of the wedding.
I woke up around 9:30 I think. Dave was up too, so we headed down to the Sao Palo café for breakfast. It was the only place in the whole place actually worth the money it cost.
I got the most amazing French-toast and a $3 glass of orange juice (which I am pretty sure was Tropicana) and Dave got banana pancakes. It was nice. The café was very well decorated and quite, and aside from the amazingly rushed service and the $3 orange juice I had no complaints.
After breakfast we were all very anxious to get to the pool. The night before we were told that the pools all closed at 5pm (Apparently later at night the combination of losing money and being drunk results in more “accidents” than is reasonable.)
Out side was nice, the ground was fucking hot, actually, everything was fucking hot. I believe the temperature peaked at around 105 that day. It made the pools very inviting (and the bar too, apparently.)
We got some cold drinks to accompany the cold pool. Well, I didn’t the other guys did.
And no, “drinks” does not mean soda.
Dave told the bartender to just “the craziest ass drink” he could and boy did the bartender do that.
We got a drink in a cup a foot and a half tall half-filled with alcohol.
It was like a Mai Tai, but not. It was also very tasty.
So, there we are, just chilling in Vegas by the pool, alcohol freely available, and no parents; so I figured, “why not?”
I thought I’d drink until I got a little buzzed.
So, I drank, and didn’t feel anything, and drank a little more, and didn’t feel anything. And I didn’t feel anything until we’d gone through about.... five of the big drinks (effectively 1 for each of us, and I had a daiquri.) We were waiting for Crystal to come back with the next refill, so I laid down for a few seconds to bask in the scorching sunlight. I was only down for about a minute, but when I sat up: WOAH! =) Everything was a little wiggly, unfocused but clear; I felt light headed and bubbly and happy. It was fun.
I had, however, overshot the “buzzed” line a bit; I was now well into “tipsy” territory.
He he!
We finished off the last drink and headed back to the hotel room to get ready for the wedding.
The walk back was interesting; up until then I have never had fun just walking.
Back in the room Dave was acting like he was - totally smashed. Tarn, Chris, Brandon, and Reid left me and Dave to get ready. Dave claimed it first and “took a shower” (puked for thirty minutes). I watched a little TV while I was waiting for him. I also rolled a and put it in my suitcase (I still have it.) Around 5:15 I realized we had a problem, so I ran, half-drink through the crowed, flash, confusing casino floor of the Rio to tell Tarn that we had a problem.
I ended up having to drag Dave out of the bathroom, pep-talk him into clothes and then lead a guy with a hang-over to the wedding chapel.
I’m fairly sure I scared/amused several people in the hotel.
But we made it! However, we were five minutes too late.
We did make it in time for pictures though (later, at the reception, people were actually posing with Dave (who was passed out at the table.) I’ll get pictures, I promise.
The reception was awesome. The Rio has this buffet that is astounding. It’s about a quarter mile long with everything from salad to duck to pizza to Chinese food to seafood.
Plus, I got to scare this one couple. I sat Dave down at the end of a table, where he promptly fell asleep. Next to us, a young couple sat down, and promptly exchanged “Holy shit, that kid is drunk.... and that guy is passed out?” looks. I just smiled and poured myself a glass of champagne (This didn’t help their looks any.)
After a while I got tired of them staring at me, so I moved down to the table reserved for the people who were actually in the wedding (Tarn, Chris, Brandon, Crystal, Sarah, and Reid.) And since Sarah’s mom was footing the bar bill for all of them Tarn and Chris got me more drinks (two long island iced teas).
After dinner we went up to Tarn and Sarah’s new suite for the bouquet toss. Tarn gave me another long island iced tea after everyone left.
End Day Two.