So, I WAS going to stay home and finish cleaning/unpacking over the 3-day weekend. But then it hit me… why would I do that when LAS VEGAS is only a four-hour drive from LA?!?! Sorry giant pile of boxes and crap (& Abster who has to share a room with me now), Sin City was calling my name and some of my besties were waiting for me in a giant (and free) 52nd floor Sky Suite at the Aria. So I hopped in a car full of chicks I had never met (literally) and rolled to LV.
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| Heading to the Encore Beach Club with my ladies in our Sandy Candy Bikinis! |
Back to the limo. And somehow we find ourselves at Floyd Mayweather’s MANSION (such a sick pad). Of course he had us enter through the garage, which of course was filled with 2 of everything. No literally… 2 lambos, 2 maybachs, 2 rolls, 2 mercedes, etc. etc. All white. And did I mention I accidentally insulted his height (oops) while we were swimming in his beautiful infinity pool, watching the sunset over the city? Yup. I guess I didn’t realize that professional boxers came in such small packages, and height isn’t easy to gage while floating in a pool. Awkward turtle.
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| One of Floyd's many Boxing Title Belts... & one pair of his MANY shoes (shoe closet was bigger than Keg & Abster's bedroom) |
2am: Eve at City Center. DJ played that ghetto/dirrrty south music that us Bama (ROLL TIDE) girls love to dance to. Just missed a girl falling down the escalator, but still got to see the firemen running to save her (is it bad that I found this amusing...& snapped some pics? Oops). Rolled in as the sun rolled up.
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| Pimp snuck up on us & spanked us with his feather wand... |
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| One of the only pics from the weekend. Sorry peeps, some things that happen in Vegas really should stay in Vegas... |
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| Nikki trying to scare a passed out dude... by yelling "RAWR" like a dinosaur. (Not successful). Sunday Funday? Liquid at Aria. Met some cool Lebanese (marhabbah habibi!) dudes (celebrating, one of them just completed an IronMan)… a few mojito pitchers and way too many rounds of shots (shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!) later in the LV heat, and I actually enjoyed having an entire bucket of ice thrown on my half-naked bod. |
Sushi & Saki at BarMasa.
What next? Time to cross something off the “Vegas To-Do List” (we don’t need to mention all the tasks, but let’s just say we completed every single one of them collectively), so we hit the blackjack tables. Our new friends taught us the “table etiquette” and how to play (apparently there is more to it than just hoping you get to 21). Long story short, I am amazing at quick math & walked away with a grand. Balllla.
Flew home Monday morning. Still drunk when I got on my plane (always the sign of a great night). Hangover lasted two days (always the sign of a great weekend). I miss my ECBs (East Coast Besties) already, but at least I’m back on the couch cuddling with my WCB (=Abster) & a cup of “lower your blood pressure” tea that I don’t actually need.
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