Vegas, Baby, Vegas! Unfortunately the Journey Must End

I did not wake up with much of a hangover on Sunday, so that was good. My feet did hurt though. But I pushed through and got ready and packed so we could check out, figure out what to do with our bags and bus it down to the end of the strip to see the casinos there.

Our hotel held on to our bags while we went out that day. That was cool.

Our first stop that day was New York, New York. It was built to seem like you were in New York. It was cool, but obviously I didn't feel like I had visited two cities at once or anything. But it did have a roller coaster, but I am not a big roller coaster fan so, I just gambled a little, had some lunch, and a couple of beers. This was becoming my usual routine in casinos.

Ok, here is one weird thing. I had no idea what to expect in Vegas. I had absolutely no preconceived notions. But, I was looking forward to going to the MGM Grand casino. I am not sure why, maybe because big events are often held there or because it has the word grand in it, but I was disappointed by it. It didn't even have the fancy shops there like that other ones. Did I see Chanel there? No. Did I see Gucci or Armani? No. I saw the Cirque du Soleil store. And the main thing it sold was yoga clothes, but I was able to tell Patti what poses the mannequins were in.

We left the MGM Grand and were on our way to the M&M Store when we saw a bar. We stopped in. We had a couple of beers and started talking to these really funny guys and that was exactly the pick me up I needed from the disappointing MGM Grand. After we left there we went the M&M Store. ( I don't think I have yet mentioned that you can drink anywhere in Las Vegas. Walking down the street, in stores. It is pretty amazing.) So after the M&M store, we saw the guys we had been drinking with earlier and they were drinking beer out of a large plastic guitar. Well, we hunted that down and got one. And basically after that…we just kept refilling them as we made our way back to our own hotel.


Honestly, the drunkest I got that weekend was Sunday. I was completely shit-faced by the time we got back to our hotel. Some of that may have to do with the fact that I hadn't eaten since11:30 and it was nearing 7. Or it may have just been all the beer I drank.

We grab our stuff and get a taxi to the airport. We got something quick to eat and I finally boarded my plane at 11:30 p.m., 2:30 a.m. our time. Well, you know how I said in installment one that drinking and flying doesn't work so much for me? Well it really doesn't work when I am completely fucked up and flying. There is nothing worse than starting to get a hangover while in flight. And it was definitely not helpful that when I went to the bathroom I opened a door and there was some guy taking a dump. He yelled, "Hey!" And I think I yelled, "OH MY GOD." And then slammed the door shut. The flight attendant actually laughed and said, "He should've locked the door."

Anyhoo, and this is the end of my story. I arrived in Detroit at 6 am and drove home. And pretty much slept all day, but I am still tired and can't wait for this weekend so I can sleep some more.
And here's the moral of the story, have fun, it's Vegas. And if you walk everywhere, you don't have to worry about gaining weight. I drank a gazillion beers while I was there, ate all sorts of good food and McDonalds and I lost a pound while I was there.

And now back to your regularly scheduled program.