Stoney and Tony. Our two best friends. They're like the gay brothers we never had... and well, sometimes. They're like sisters as well. Just depends on their mood. :o)
We rang in new year's 2008 in Vegas with our boys. Nothing like flying into Vegas at 7pm and flying out of Vegas at 7am. Call it a Vegas quickie if you will. :o)
Our evening started out fantastically. Our flight was delayed an hour. I'm sorry. Let me lay on the sarcasm a little more...
fantastically
. We had dinner reservations to catch. In fact if we missed our time slot, the price for dinner rose to $300 a person. No pressure.
With forty-five minutes to spare, we caught a taxi from the Vegas airport. Really though. I should call it a "scenic tour of the area surrounding the strip". We were taken for a ride. But is a trip to Vegas really complete if you don't get taken by a taxi driver? It is all part of the Vegas experience. Plus every quickie starts with an unimpressive "you're gonna do what?" beginning... ha ha ha.
We couldn't get dropped off at the Bellagio (where we were eating dinner) because of traffic restrictions. What this meant for our time line was: after our 20 minute tour, we had a 20 minute scramble from the MGM to the Bellagio. Normally this wouldn't be hard. But with a gazillion people and road restrictions everywhere, we felt like the obligatory gay couples on the Amazing Race.
We arrived with 5 minutes to spare. Granted we were sweaty and breathing hard. But what do you expect from a quickie?
Dinner was fantastic. And this time I really mean it was fantastic. No sarcasm.
Now this is where the bragging starts. Manda and I... we're pretty high rollers. With all our bling, people are constantly ogling us in casinos. We walk by slot machines and they speak to us. "Pull my lever and I'll give you a quarter"... Don't hate.
Like I said. I don't want to brag. We're pretty experience gamblers. It took me five minutes to lose $3 on the two cent slots. It took Manda ten minutes to lose $5 on the nickel slots. Stoney and Tony... well, let's just say they lost more than we did. :o)
However, our loses paled in comparison to a lady we met in the Paris. She was having a bad night. Not only was she drunk off her ass. Not only had she lost $12,000. Not only did she wear black nylons under her jeans. She tried to hit on Stoney. Poor girl.
This wasn't our first New Year's in Vegas. However. It will be our last. At 4:30am, as we were sitting crouched together at our gate in the airport. We'd just waited outside (32 freaking degrees!) in line for an hour to catch a shuttle to the airport. We were freezing. We were tired. We desperately wanted to brush our teeth. We realized, our asses are too damn old for this crap.
Although our quickie in Vegas allowed us to ring in the new year with our two best friends. It left us much like quickies do. Mostly satisfied, but tired, disheveled and needing a shower.
Who wants to spend new year's 2009 playing Parcheesi and Monopoly at our house!?
Happy New Year Folks!!
:o)