03.29.10 Wander

Thanks for the sprained ankle, the sheer exhaustion, and the amazing memories Vegas.
Thanks for a great weekend. See you next year. Vegas, baby, Vegas.

It was a great weekend.

Not just one of those “Yeah, I had a good weekend.”  This one was…wait for it…and I hope you’re not lactose-intolerant…LEGENDARY.

To sum it up:

  • Thunder From Down Under was cheesestastic, and catching that disgusting ass towel was not my idea of a good time, but hearing these crazy girls ask me for it was priceless.  After taking a photo montage with the disgusting sweat and beer soaked towel, I handed it over.
  • I’ve always heard about girls getting free bottle service at clubs in Vegas, but it’s never happened to me.  Until Friday night.  Granted, the Cathouse in the Luxor is no Tao, but a free bottle of vodka, a booth, and awesome music made for a great night.  Until I tripped (and took Shannon down with me) and twisted my ankle.  But I digress…
  • Any trip when you can see family is a good one.  Loved hanging with my cousin Hyma and her hubby over lunch at the Wynn.
  • En route to dinner at Koi on Saturday, we spot Kendra and Hank Baskett (from E!’s Kendra and the Philadelphia Eagles, respectively) on the elevators headed to watch Holly Madison’s Peepshow.  In true Philly form, I yelled out “Welcome back to Philly!” and got a fist pump from Hank.  Makes my top 5 moments in Vegas…
  • …as well as a Bob Sagat sighting at Lavo.  And when I mean sighting, I mean standing-two-feet-away-probably-can-hear-everything-we’re-saying incident.  We didn’t bug him for a picture, but we definitely got in tons of Full House memories.
  • Lavo was fun.  The married guy in the bachelor party made our night with his dance-offs.  I kind of wish I could hire him to get the party started at my own wedding!
  • …and last, but not least…Drunk Ben the Scammer was the funniest person I encountered all weekend.  The poor guy was penniless, kicked out of Pure, and lost his friend (who had his money).  After he regaled us with tales of boxing/MMA in his charming British accent and was fed onion rings and coffee, we set him off in the direction of his hotel as we wandered back to our own.

I’m exhausted.  I’m sore.  I’m in desperate need of a weekend to recover from this weekend.

But I had one hell of a time.  Happy Bachelorette, Jo!  Love you lots!

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