AUTHOR: tbooty DATE: 11/03/2004 01:32:00 PM ----- BODY: that is unless you're a total moron! i'll get to that part of the story in a bit. but first, let me welcome you to post #100! (picture confetti and streamers and shit flying around right now.) when i started this blog at the urging of my dear friend kymmie, i had no idea what i was getting myself into. AT ALL. for example, i didn't know how much time it would take to read all the other blogs that i fell in love with! or that i would agonize over if i got any comments or not. go figure, huh? anyways, here is post #100. i apologize in advance if it's a little disjointed, as i didn't get a whole lot of sleep while in vegas. you'll see why shortly............. so we get there thursday morning at about 10ish. the 3rd party that is meeting us won't be in for about 12 hours or so, so my travelling buddy and i have plenty of time to get our bearings. we checked into our hotel (the rio, right off the strip and totally FANTABULOUS!) and proceed to spend copious amounts of money at the tables and the slots. WOO HOO! 3rd party (bestest friend from high school) shows up and after we get her all settled, we depart for the seafood buffet (AWESOME FOOD!) and are able to get in with NO. LINE. WHATSOEVER! (the only explaination is that it was thursday evening about 9:30-10) we eat, we play some more, and go to bed at the relatively early time of around 12:30. (travelling makes me tired, what can i say?) friday we spend some time at the pool, we play some more games, we have dinner at a fabulous italian place at caesar's palace and we see ELTON JOHN in concert. that? was an excellent show! a little short for my taste especially since the nosebleed seats (which were still very good, don't get me wrong) were $100 a pop, but it was great! although i did find it rather amusing that a homosexual entertainer had so many naked tits in his show! go figure. we go back to our hotel (the fabulous rio!) and my bf and i decide we want to go dancing. so we go to the club. we dance. we drink. we sit and rest. as we're going back out to the dance floor, i find $110 in chips on the floor. SCORE! we dance some more, then decide we're done for the nite. i go to the roulette table and proceed to turn my $110 in found money into............$700! NO SHIT! it was awesome! i was on a total high from that! got to sleep around 2:30 or so. saturday bf and i went to the aladdin and back to caesar's for some shopping. went to the new margaritaville right across from caesar's for a shirt for her hubby. did a lot of walking around and catching up. it was fun. went back to the hotel for more gambling. and dinner. then went to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show at a local theater. had a total BLAST! i don't know how many of you have seen it or not seen it, but it was great. i hadn't seen it in a theater with a cast in years, so it was a good treat for halloween. after the show, back to the rio. went to the same table that i'd won at the nite before for more roulette. here's where it gets interesting........sitting at the table with me was this guy. he started talking to me, the basic "what's your name, where are you from" stuff you usually get from the dealers. we talk for a little bit and when he discovers that my costume for the next evening is little red riding hood, things get a little interesting. (and yes, i wore the damn boots!) now it's apparent that he is flirting with me. fine. when i got up to leave however, he wanted me to go to his hotel with him. ummmmmm let me think about that for a minutes.......NO! since he couldn't get me to give in, we went to the dance club because he wanted to spend time with me. fine. he bought me a beer. we danced till they closed the place down around 4. he still wanted to spend time with me, so we went and played some slots that were side by side. he asked if he could kiss me. i said that it wasn't very romantic or spontaneous to be asked that. a little while later he kissed me. fine. by now i'm really tired, so i start saying my goodnights so i can get to bed. he insists on walking me to my room. this is about 4:30ish. at 4:45 while in the hallway outside my room, i hear one of my friends in the rest room. 45 minutes later, i'm finally in my room, he's on his way to his hotel (with my cell number so he can call the next day) and i get to go to bed! i'll let your imagination fill in the blank 45 minutes. *grin* sunday we slept in. DUH. it was a laid back day. didn't do much. we went to the new york, new york and gambled there. i won a little bit of money, but ended up donating it back. oh well. i was supposed to meet this guy at the club that we had gone to the nite before. i get there and it's latin music night. now i have nothing against latin music, but it's not my cup of tea. so i left. i figured he had my # so he could call. at 12:30 he did. he was on his way over with a buddy. fine. they get there, get their drinks and sit with my bf and i at our table. they are there maybe 15 minutes and have to go get another drink. mind you, they are ALREADY totally fucking smashed. they disappear and we never see them again. you think this is the end, but it's only the beginning of the moron saga. since they were so drunk and i'm the type of person who would be concerned that something has happened to them, i call the number that showed up on my cell when HE called me. a woman answers. (bad sign #1) i ask for him, he's not there can she take a message? i say he met me for a drink with his friend and they disappeared so i was just checking to see where they were and i guess he left his cell at the hotel..........she says "i'm his WIFE". (bad sign #2) we hang up. and i? LAUGH. MY. FUCKING. ASS. OFF! now. obviously i didn't know this guy was married? but the fact that MORON MARRIED BOY forwarded his damn cell phone to his home phone? FUCKING PRICELESS! my bf was all "aren't you mad?" and i wasn't in the least. it was too damn funny. but wait.......there's more. about an hour later i get a call. (2:30ish am) from HER! she wants to know where i met him and if he was hitting on me. in the middle of this, i get another call. FROM HIM! ok, now? i'm TOTALLY amused. i tell him that i'm talking to his wife on the other line because when i called to find out where he ran off to (friend got sick and he took him back to the hotel) i got her instead. of course he wants to know what i've told her. so i tell him exactly what i've told you here. he says "i bet you're pretty pissed at me, huh?" i told him the truth that no, i did't really care that he was married. ( i mean it's not like i was ever gonna see him again.) then? the total capper of the nite? he says he wants to come back to my hotel to SEE ME. um dude? your wife is on my other line. she knows that you met me, even if she doesn't know what happened. you know that she knows about me. what the FUCK are you thinking? and that my dear friends, is how what happens in vegas DOESN'T stay in vegas. what a MORON! too funny. monday i came home to reality. that always sucks about going on vacation. eventually you have to come home. oh well. how was your weekend? ****special thanks to D for being the only one who loved me enough to make sure you good people had something new to read while i was gone! love you!! --------