Crazy Weekend Warrior Madness
First off, I'm not a weekend warrior. I work a lot of weekends. But this past weekend reached weekend warrior status.
Day one was San Diego for Murriel's bachelorette party. Seven girls, including myself, drive down to San Diego to party it up in the Gaslamp district. We ate dinner, prepartied in the hotel room, the cabbed it to this club called On Broadway and danced the night away until closing. Bride to be got drunk and had fun. Mission accomplished. The crowd in the club really turned me off though. Most of the guys didn't know how to dance and they were ugly. Not to mention that the guys really bugged or were creepy! "Can I follow you to LA?" My response, "No." Then we got back to our hotel only to have some random guy follow us to our room! Yikes. Murriel's friend Sabrina was quick to tell the guy to go away. Door shut. Locks on. That was scary. We ordered pizza for delivery, ate the pizza, then went to sleep. I was out of the hotel by 10am to catch my 11am flight to Las Vegas, destination 2.
Pre-party in the Holiday Inn (San Diego)
Day two was Vegas for Cheryl's friends Kareen and Eric's birthdays. I flew to Vegas and arrived there close to 1pm because my flight got delayed. Cheryl and friends were stuck in traffic driving on the 15 and no where near Vegas, so I took a cab into the strip to drop of my luggage at the Palazzo. Luckily, Eric and Nim were already in town so we met up and ate lunch at the Rio buffet. Yum! I'm a sucker for food and I love a good buffet. We didn't get seated til approximately 2 and left at about 430pm! Bumped into my high school friend, Gabe, at the buffet. Very random. Eric and their group had to go check in at Luxor, so I took a cab back to the Palazzo. Cab fare total at this point $40 (airport to Palazzo, Palazzo to Rio, Rio to Palazzo). Got back to the Palazzo a little before 5. Chilled for a bit in the room before we got ready for Kareen's birthday dinner (I know...dinner already?!). Almost couldn't fit into my dress because the zipper got stuck. It took 4 girls and 1 guy to get into my dress. Luckily it zipped up eventually, stupid dress. Then we left the room waiting on Karen to find out when to meet up and where Hamada's was. Before we left Palazzo, we got escorted to check out the Lamborghini Lounge. One of the guys that works there gave us a private tour of all the Lamborghinis on the bottom floor. The cars were very nice of course. We got a free drink and then headed out to find the restaurant. We arrived at the taxi/valet area only to glance at the longest cab line ever. Plan b came up. Hitch a ride towards the restaurant on another group's limo. These guys from SF offered to give us a lift. We got dropped off at Caesar's Palace and walked across the street to Flamingo Hilton. Kareen's hubby picks us up at Flamingo because the restaurant is off Flamingo Road, not Flamingo! We chill and eat at Hamada's for a bit. Then head to Venetian because it's close to 9pm and we have to get into Tao before 10pm. We start off with one drink and eventually head into the club around 10. Get in for free and no waiting...sweet. Round two was when we got into Tao. We took a shot and went to the dance floor. Instead, we bypass the dance floor and get invited to dance on the platform. Took a break to take another shot with Aleli and Trish because I was very sober. Then Nim, Eric, and Lisa came around so we took another shot with the birthday boy. Then Aleli and Cherise nudge me to the main dance floor. Group is official split at this point. I follow them upstairs to the sky box where the guys who we met in the limo were partying. Two shots of grey goose, partied with the limo guys, then game over. Got split up from Aleli and Cherise after they went to the bathroom. Allegedly detained by Tao security. Later on I was conscious I was back in the room because Cheryl was cussing up a storm, then knocked out.
Lamborghini showroom
Vegas
Day 3 - leaving Vegas, post Vegas traffic, and the Russell Peters show. So next thing I know it, I woke up on the air mattress in the bathroom! How the heck did I get here? Shit. Wtf happened last night?!? I get up to change (shit...still in my dress), brush my teeth, wash my face. Housekeeping comes knocking and I open the door just in time to tell her we are checking out later. What time is it please? 9:30am. Lights in the room are on by 10. I glance at my wrist with my hotel and room number. Shit saved my life. I glance at the stamp for Tao to realized I was X-ed, otherwise kicked out! Collecting clues from after my drunkeness I come to find out that I was escorted out by security, Cherise and Aleli found me after they ate at the Grand Lux Cafe and we went back to the room together. Trisha told me they called the room, thus confirming that the room number on my wrist saved me. I woke up completely sober with no hang over but I can't remember anything after the last shot I took. After we check out, we recover Cheryl's stuff from Tao before we leave Vegas. Then we get stuck on hwy 15 for 5 hours! 3 accidents on the 15 South. And finally we get back home safely, and I'm late 30 minutes to watch Russell Peters and friends with Joy. Russell Peters is funny as expected, but dayam he picks on the audience a lot with mean jokes. The middle acts sucked. And the last act was Jo Koy, who was freakin hilarious and made the show worth it. After laughing our butts off, we eat dinner at Alberto's then call it a night. The end.
Russell Peters
Jo Koy
Lessons learned
1. Learn to count my shots. Learn to pace my drinking.
I thought I took 5 shots, but actually took 7 when I recounted. I paced myself after first and then look what happened later on. I was a good girl Friday night, bad girl Saturday night when it came to drinking.
2. Never leave your friends, sober or not.
3. Writing your room number on your wrist does work.
4. If I can't do any of the above, just don't drink again.
I know. I put myself at risk and I'm not proud of it. I'd rather be sober than have what happened to me after I got drunk in Vegas happened. I'm still in slight disbelief that I got that drunk in Vegas, but I'm pretty much over it by now. I partied it up from one town to the next like a weekend warrior. Flying is way better than driving. I got to hang out with new people and made new friends. Feels good to be back at home. Back to reality, responsibility and the real me.
Day one was San Diego for Murriel's bachelorette party. Seven girls, including myself, drive down to San Diego to party it up in the Gaslamp district. We ate dinner, prepartied in the hotel room, the cabbed it to this club called On Broadway and danced the night away until closing. Bride to be got drunk and had fun. Mission accomplished. The crowd in the club really turned me off though. Most of the guys didn't know how to dance and they were ugly. Not to mention that the guys really bugged or were creepy! "Can I follow you to LA?" My response, "No." Then we got back to our hotel only to have some random guy follow us to our room! Yikes. Murriel's friend Sabrina was quick to tell the guy to go away. Door shut. Locks on. That was scary. We ordered pizza for delivery, ate the pizza, then went to sleep. I was out of the hotel by 10am to catch my 11am flight to Las Vegas, destination 2.
Pre-party in the Holiday Inn (San Diego)
Day two was Vegas for Cheryl's friends Kareen and Eric's birthdays. I flew to Vegas and arrived there close to 1pm because my flight got delayed. Cheryl and friends were stuck in traffic driving on the 15 and no where near Vegas, so I took a cab into the strip to drop of my luggage at the Palazzo. Luckily, Eric and Nim were already in town so we met up and ate lunch at the Rio buffet. Yum! I'm a sucker for food and I love a good buffet. We didn't get seated til approximately 2 and left at about 430pm! Bumped into my high school friend, Gabe, at the buffet. Very random. Eric and their group had to go check in at Luxor, so I took a cab back to the Palazzo. Cab fare total at this point $40 (airport to Palazzo, Palazzo to Rio, Rio to Palazzo). Got back to the Palazzo a little before 5. Chilled for a bit in the room before we got ready for Kareen's birthday dinner (I know...dinner already?!). Almost couldn't fit into my dress because the zipper got stuck. It took 4 girls and 1 guy to get into my dress. Luckily it zipped up eventually, stupid dress. Then we left the room waiting on Karen to find out when to meet up and where Hamada's was. Before we left Palazzo, we got escorted to check out the Lamborghini Lounge. One of the guys that works there gave us a private tour of all the Lamborghinis on the bottom floor. The cars were very nice of course. We got a free drink and then headed out to find the restaurant. We arrived at the taxi/valet area only to glance at the longest cab line ever. Plan b came up. Hitch a ride towards the restaurant on another group's limo. These guys from SF offered to give us a lift. We got dropped off at Caesar's Palace and walked across the street to Flamingo Hilton. Kareen's hubby picks us up at Flamingo because the restaurant is off Flamingo Road, not Flamingo! We chill and eat at Hamada's for a bit. Then head to Venetian because it's close to 9pm and we have to get into Tao before 10pm. We start off with one drink and eventually head into the club around 10. Get in for free and no waiting...sweet. Round two was when we got into Tao. We took a shot and went to the dance floor. Instead, we bypass the dance floor and get invited to dance on the platform. Took a break to take another shot with Aleli and Trish because I was very sober. Then Nim, Eric, and Lisa came around so we took another shot with the birthday boy. Then Aleli and Cherise nudge me to the main dance floor. Group is official split at this point. I follow them upstairs to the sky box where the guys who we met in the limo were partying. Two shots of grey goose, partied with the limo guys, then game over. Got split up from Aleli and Cherise after they went to the bathroom. Allegedly detained by Tao security. Later on I was conscious I was back in the room because Cheryl was cussing up a storm, then knocked out.
Lamborghini showroom
Vegas
Day 3 - leaving Vegas, post Vegas traffic, and the Russell Peters show. So next thing I know it, I woke up on the air mattress in the bathroom! How the heck did I get here? Shit. Wtf happened last night?!? I get up to change (shit...still in my dress), brush my teeth, wash my face. Housekeeping comes knocking and I open the door just in time to tell her we are checking out later. What time is it please? 9:30am. Lights in the room are on by 10. I glance at my wrist with my hotel and room number. Shit saved my life. I glance at the stamp for Tao to realized I was X-ed, otherwise kicked out! Collecting clues from after my drunkeness I come to find out that I was escorted out by security, Cherise and Aleli found me after they ate at the Grand Lux Cafe and we went back to the room together. Trisha told me they called the room, thus confirming that the room number on my wrist saved me. I woke up completely sober with no hang over but I can't remember anything after the last shot I took. After we check out, we recover Cheryl's stuff from Tao before we leave Vegas. Then we get stuck on hwy 15 for 5 hours! 3 accidents on the 15 South. And finally we get back home safely, and I'm late 30 minutes to watch Russell Peters and friends with Joy. Russell Peters is funny as expected, but dayam he picks on the audience a lot with mean jokes. The middle acts sucked. And the last act was Jo Koy, who was freakin hilarious and made the show worth it. After laughing our butts off, we eat dinner at Alberto's then call it a night. The end.
Russell Peters
Jo Koy
Lessons learned
1. Learn to count my shots. Learn to pace my drinking.
I thought I took 5 shots, but actually took 7 when I recounted. I paced myself after first and then look what happened later on. I was a good girl Friday night, bad girl Saturday night when it came to drinking.
2. Never leave your friends, sober or not.
3. Writing your room number on your wrist does work.
4. If I can't do any of the above, just don't drink again.
I know. I put myself at risk and I'm not proud of it. I'd rather be sober than have what happened to me after I got drunk in Vegas happened. I'm still in slight disbelief that I got that drunk in Vegas, but I'm pretty much over it by now. I partied it up from one town to the next like a weekend warrior. Flying is way better than driving. I got to hang out with new people and made new friends. Feels good to be back at home. Back to reality, responsibility and the real me.
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