Vegas Round 2
The first real time I went to Vegas was in Oct 2001. I recount the festive memories of that trip in an earlier post.
I tripped to Vegas again in March 2003. We planned the trip with my best friend, Martha, her husband, Patrick, my other best friend Polly, and Maggie, a college friend and Polly’s little sister in the sorority. We went for another long weekend and, of course, had a blast. What made it even more fun was that Craig proposed to me the day before we left. So, I got to travel in style with my new bling bling.
We arrived in Vegas and established a routine. This was Craig, Martha and Trick’s first time in Sin City, so we did the usual touristy stuff. It was a little difficult keeping up with a schedule b/c Martha, the boys, and I were in one room and Polly and Maggie were in another. And, after the first night, we got our sleep schedules all out of wack, so Polly and Maggie stuck to a similar schedule Polly and I had the first time in Vegas, while me and the others weren’t able to stay out as late because we were exhausted from walking (also, with the boys in tow, our ability to score free alcoholic beverages was significantly limited).
The Bellagio had redone the interior of the lobby and it was absolutely beautiful.
Patrick also enjoyed time he spent with the ladies…
A great memory from the trip involved me getting the wind knocked out of my body during a reality check. Here’s what went down- Martha, Patrick, the Craigster and I were walking through New York New York hotel and casino. We had just rounded a corner and began heading in another direction when I felt this POUNDING on my back. I probably would have lost consciousness, but I immediately realized why Patrick had slapped the crap outta me….Bob the Bachelor had just walked by us. Now, I know I watch like 20 shows a week, but I’ve never watched the Bachelor. The Fraffels (aka Martha and Patrick), however, are huge fans of the show. Knowing this, I can’t really fault Trick for nearly killing me. Patrick meeting Bob would be the equivalent of a Jessica-Jake Gyllenhall meeting.
Bob was kind enough to offer himself for a picture.
Once again, Vegas proved to be tons of fun. Craig enjoyed his first time in the big city.
Martha and I had such a blast, that just 8 months later, we rounded up our partner in crime, Laura, and hit the city streets again.
I want to name our first born “Vegas.” I love that place.
As many avid Bachelor/Bachelorette fans will know, Bob was first a bachelor on The Bachelorette (the Trista season). After his fame rose, they decided to make him THE Bachelor, so he could pimp and ho all the bachelorettes on that show. (Important side note…I loved Bob during The Bachelorette, discovered a hatred for him in The Bachelor). This encounter took place shortly after the Trista Bachelorette season had ended. Apparently there was some Bachelor/Bachelorette convention going on that weekend in Vegas. Also important to note, walking with Bob was Charlie (the super-hot guy that I would have picked over Ryan), but I didn’t figure that out until after we had left the photo op. About 5 seconds after the Bob encounter, we ran into Jack, the black guy who got so drunk one night the other bachelors took his bed (with him on it) outside…and when he woke up, he stood up and peed on his bed. Hilarious!
In memoriam of The Westward Ho: What a random little place on the old end of the strip. It gave us many completely random memories and lessons learned. Number one on the lessons learned list…stay away on Prime Rib night. This particular trip, 3 of us got some sort of food poisoning-type symptoms from the Prime Rib. The bathroom at The Mirage is lovely, especially right after the Siegfried and Roy show lets out!
Comment by Martha | March 23, 2006
You only get to name your kids “Vegas” if his/her name STAYS Vegas for the duration of his/her life. You don’t get to change it to “Hollywood” or “Bel-Air” if that becomes your new favorite city.
I have nothing against naming your kid Vegas, how is it different than “Dallas” or “Austin?” But then again, people from Texas are weird… no offense Morgan. I love Morgan’s weirdness… it jives well with my weirdness.
Comment by Jennie | March 24, 2006