Of course, that's not exactly how this trip turned out. I did get to see some Christmas decorations, and the temperature was a good 15-20 degrees higher in Vegas than in South Carolina while I was there...but to be completely honest, I didn't really get to do everything I wanted to do. Of course, in this case that was a-okay because instead, I was a Vegas Rockstar from Saturday, 12/18/2010 until Tuesday, 12/21/2010.
So let's jump into day one of my fifth Vegas trip! First, I find it necessary to introduce the cast; at least as it stood for the first day. It was myself, my best friend Jenna (who had never been to Vegas as an adult), my best friend Jonathan, and his good friend Roshan (neither of whom had ever been to Vegas).
|Meeting Jenna at the Charlotte airport--and first drinks of the trip! (We start early. Like Rockstars. Hence.)|
|Jonathan & Roshan post-liquor store|
Of course, before I go any farther I have to mention our room. Because I booked just a regular room at the Mirage. What can I say, I'm cheap? Nah, it's just that you simply don't spend enough time in the room in Vegas to need some fancy place to stay. Of course, when we checked in I made sure to mention that I was there celebrating my birthday (true story) and that I was a frequent guest (this was my third stay at the Mirage and if I can help it I'll never stay anywhere else in Vegas). Bing bang boom, free upgrade to a Strip View room! (Pardon the rhyme)
|Seriously, look at that view! We done good.|
Only, as I've already written, the cab didn't take us to the Palms? Go figure.
But it's all good. I know people who know people and we were VIP that night. No cover charges, no lines, just an amazing evening at what I deem are some of the best clubs in Vegas--though Rain left something to be desired (for me anyway, because I'm just not that into the whole techno scene). Jonathan won big playing blackjack at the Playboy Club and we didn't go back to the room until we really had no other choice.
|The "Core Four" at Ghostbar|
|Just to be clear, I'm NOT screaming in excitement over being called a hooker. Even if I do look like I'm worth $1,000 an hour.|