Published: June 27th 2011June 27th 2011
One would think that approaching Vegas in the middle of the afternoon would make it lose some of it's shimmer and splendor, but that one would be wrong. As a first timer to the city of sin, I was no less in awe of the gaudy dream world that laid before me due to the sun soaked horizon. I felt like I had just arrived to the real life adult version of Candy Land! Even though I wasn't technically out of the desert, my excitement levels had done a 180 due to this money sucking oasis of color and I couldn't wait to go explore!
We were staying on the strip at the Luxor, which is the Vegas rendition of Egyptian world. Once getting checked into our room, and more importantly finding our room (not the easiest task in a pyramid shaped building), we headed straight to the bar to get the over sized and over priced frozen drinks of deliciousness. Caitlin and I, in full swing with our 50-something, trashy, Boston/Jersey alter egos of Claudette and Shereece, were wasting no time getting the party started.
Drinks in hand, we headed off to inspect the grounds of the hotel,
and it was only a minute after scoping out the 2nd floor that the young girl working the "magic" carpet ride sucked us in and got us to hop on board the filthy rug that laid in front of the green screen. We were all pumped up and ready for some fun, so we listen and imitated all the ridiculous things she instructed us to do. We were hopping up and down, riding waves, catching cash, and waving to invisible people. It was all well worth it though when afterwards we got to piss ourselves laughing at the video we had just created. It would have been a great souvenir, but at $65 a pop, it was even too expensive for Caitlin to purchase.
Our hotel was offering what seemed like a great deal for Cirque Du Soleil tickets, so I tossed back my hair and went with the philosophy of "you only live once" and purchased tickets with Caitlin. Budget ... Smudget. We really wanted to see the Beatles Love show, but as imagined, it was too full to get tickets. Instead we picked the Zumanity show. I was completely under the impression that we would be watching
an animal version of the Cirque Du Soleil but were we ever in for a surprise! After walking in, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that the only animal this show was about was the animal that sex brings out in all of us. We were "Experiencing the Sensual Side" of Cirque much to our shock and great amusement. Actually, it couldn't have really turned out any better because the show had so many great and different elements to it. It was hilarious, dark, romantic, erotic, bizarre, and purely amazing! The way these people can move their bodies is beyond what the mind can grasp. Probably my favorite scene of the show was one where two women, naked of course, in a small human size fish bowl, balanced their bodies around the edges with minimal contact, and then would dive in on top of one another, bending and gliding with each other in ways that made you almost feel like you were hallucinating. It also made you gasp in fear that they were going to hurt themselves diving around in such small glass quarters, but it was incredible!
We were in hotel New York, New York, so
after the show we went and strolled the streets, landing ourselves at a piano bar singing along to old classics and playing our ever so good air pianos. We whipped our hair and sang loudly as the music and the beer swept us away in fits of laughter. Claudette and Shereece were having a blast! Keeping true to form, we ended the evening with a night cap at a super classy joint ... Coyote Ugly. As the hundred bras dangled above our heads, girls climbed on the bar to dance and bang shots, and old creepy men hit on Caitlin, we decided it was time to call the evening quits and headed back to the pyramid.
The world was ours for the taking and take it we did as we set out for our global adventures of Vegas Blvd the following afternoon (after some much needed baking by the pool of course). We watched the Bellagio fountain do it's graceful and powerful dance, strolled through casinos that glimmered with crystals and half-dressed waitresses, ate crepes in Paris, and walked the streets of Venice. Claudette, being the ever so generous 2nd-cousin, 14 X's removed, treated me to a romantic gondola
ride through the river of the Venetian. We were lucky girls because our gondola driver, Luciano (who's actually just some blond, white boy with a half-decent accent), sang us not one, not two, but three beautiful Italian songs as we floated under the bridges and the bright blue sky. This too was extremely amusing!
The nightclub LAX was on the agenda for the evening, so we got dolled up and headed out for a night of dancing and drinks. My friend Andre, who moved to Vegas from Fort Wayne, had agreed to come out with us so I was super excited! Like most things, there was a long line that we had to wait in before finally getting in, but then we entered the red glowing club, got some drinks, and the dancing began. The five of us were having tons of fun but eventually Andre and I decided to head out to another place he knew on the strip that didn't charge a small fortune for a drink. I was down to go check out the night life from a pseudo local, so after one last shake on the dance floor, out we went! He knew the way
through all the hotels so we bounced through the casinos, stopping only to throw some money into the occasional slot machine. I even hit one time! I won a whole $7!!! Go big or go home, right?! Once we made it to his spot, the days exhaustion started to finally hit me and it didn't take long for me to need to head back. The walk back though proved to be its own entertaining adventure. On the way, we met some Mexican girls who were in about the same state that we were, and I attempted to speak the worst Spanish to them ever heard by mankind. They were nice though and the four of us all stopped and picked up another member of the Chatty-Cathy 5 AM gang when we stopped and talked to a street drummer. Who knows what in the world we were even talking about, but there we stood, conversing like old friends, drinking pitchers on the strip as the sun started to rise.
Needless to say, when Caitlin woke me up to start the day, my head was feeling extreme and in the worst way. I pulled myself together though, as best as I
could, and we headed out to go further explore. It was a good thing that Caitlin was finally starting to feel a bit tired too, so it was only three hours that we stayed out before going back to rest a bit. It was our last night so we went back to what had become our favorite spot; The concrete jungle of New York, New York!! We grabbed some delicious burgers and then headed up for the final extravaganza. We had agreed to ride the Manhattan Express roller coaster, and even though I wasn't feeling so great, I paid my fees and in the front cart of the taxi we went. Being a Cedar Point girl, a.k.a. a girl of the best roller coaster park ever, I was a little skeptical of the legitimacy that this coaster would pack. However, I was pleasantly surprised and horrified as we went down the drop, got whipped around, spun upside down, and all while getting the dazzling view of the strip at night. It was worth every penny!!
After some prancing through the arcade and taking photo strip pictures, we said good bye to making a brand new start of it and being a part of it, and left New York, New York. It was time to go back to the hotel and sleep and then continue on. These two Boston ladies were taking a lot of good memories with them and leaving some behind. Vegas had done its job ... it had hurt oohh so good.