freakin' on: vegas

firstly - it occurred to me that all my posts should start with the phrase "freakin' on:" from here on out. it will be my homage to "taradise" formerly known as "wild on: tara reid," (your favorite and mine). damn she is awesome.

anyway, booked trip to vegas for the weekend of sept. 24. gil's friend is getting married. mind you, i had never heard of this friend until the invitation (trying not to comment) arrived, but whatever. so the ceremony is going to be at the tropicana (again witholding comments) and the "reception" is at some restaurant that i can't remember the name of, but let's just say it is in the vein of "stinky bill's bbq shack" (not...going...to...do...it). they also offered a hotel discount of $119/night to everyone attending at the exaclibur.

and there we have the final straw. THE EXCALIBUR! excuse me... but N.O. i'm not a total princess, but i stayed at the excalibutt for one night in college and i vowed then and there that it would never happen again. the rooms are about as nice as a no-tell-motel, but the worst part is that the hallways are dark and dingy and remind me of "the shining." everytime i walked to or from the room i expected "redrum" to appear on the walls and then promptly be bludgeoned to death or chased into a hedge maze. (i don't think any bludgeoning even occurs in "the shining," but it is the coolest word associated with death... though ligature is up there. however it could have a medical connotation... bludgeon it is!)

needless to say, this was just not an option. so i begin looking around online for some deals only to find that there aren't any. it would cost us almost $900 to fly and stay at the luxor, and at that point... why not just spend $1000 and stay at the bellagio? so that's what's happening.

i'm stoked about staying there, but i'm not stoked by the table limits. i can't afford $25 a hand, and apparently the poker room is the toughest in vegas. no spank you. so i begin a quest to find some other poker rooms that might be more my speed.

CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE IT? i go to all this trouble (and my boyfriend's money) to keep us from staying at the hotel with the best novice poker room in vegas! WTF was i thinking?!? so now we're going to have to go to the excalibur anyways, and when we finally clean the place out at 5:30am, we'll have to get back to bellagio. motherfuckers!

the only solace i'm taking is that when i finally roll my ass out of bed, the world's best champagne (woo!) brunch will be at my feet and that if i get drunk enough to even consider it, i can really gamble in style. the last time i played at bellagio, i lost about $250 in 15 minutes. i somehow convinced gil to give me another hundy, and i ended up walking away +$300... so i'm not entirely pissed off at them. also, they serve freixenet at the brunch which might as well be dom when compared to the cook's that everyone else pours. sweet!