African Drums

I was driving with my parents to work as they were going to take my car while I took a taxi to the airport for Viva Las Vegas Part Deux. We actually laughed about a couple of things. Instead of usually being annoyed and curt at them, I genuinely enjoyed their company. Appreciating my family has been one area that I struggle with constantly. Sad to say, but I believe when I create distance between us by moving out is when our relationship will vastly improve. I am very thankful for them and they do a lot for me so I hope that I can be the best daughter I can be someday [music from the "Be All You Can Be" Army song plays in the background]. A momentary lapse in reflection but now, on to the good stuff...

As for Part Deux, 11 girls went to celebrate Christine and Sarah's impending end of bachelorettehood. Both Las Vegas trips this month were super FUNNNN. I would characterize Part One as wild and insane and Part Deux as goofy girl fun. Tidbits from Part Deux:

• First night is Rain in the Desert @the Palms where all these Asian or gross men, not mutually exclusive, hit on us.
• After about 4 hours of sleep, I spend 5 hours in the 100+ degree heat and blazing sun at the Aladdin pool. Asian men from Toronto hit on us. My face and body is literally DRIPPING in sweat. Sexy huh? I then resolve not to talk to any more Asian men (no offense to my Asian male homies). Celebrity sighting for those who care: Fat Joe who apparently is not black as I had thought.
• Erikka reveals her near-blinding white body to the Aladdin masses. Her attempts at a tan are so laughable that Nga Nga compares Erikka's legs to "frozen chicken thighs". As Nga and I have built up our tan reserves from previous trips, we are the "wheat bread" and Erikka is the "turkey meat in the middle".
• While some of us are burning in the sun, Irim and Gracie spend hours at the slot machines like little old ladies who were bussed in from Chinatown. What "Slut" Machine Crayzies they are. Oops, I mean "Slot" Machine Crayzies. Excuse my Freudian slip =D.
• Scooby Dooby Doo Nga...Where are you?? After a sweltering day at the pool, it could make any of us a little loopy but not letting her off the hook so easily. We're watching the big screen TV in our PHAT suite. There is a weird, maggoty terror flick on the USA channel. Nga uses the remote and again, the weird flick shows up. Sugarfox exclaims, "Whoa..this flick is on multiple channels!". Silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids. Doh! She was pressing the Volume button instead of the Channel button.
• While getting ready to paint the town red, we are told of an Irim shower scene in which her attempts at shielding her nakedness actually leads to exposing all of it to Gracie. Gracie-babe, you are soooo lucky! Gracie-babe then re-enacts for us with towels being thrown in the air, bursting through the shower door, and ending with her sprawled on the floor. TOO FUNNY!!
• Dinner at Todai @Aladdin, a Japanese buffet. I am told that it is better than the Todai in Schaumburg. And I find out there is one in my hometown of Skokes!
• Two words: African Drumming. OMG. LOL.
• Two other words: Bite Marks. OWWWIEE. Let's pray for rabies shots.
• Then a good amount of time at Lure @the Wynn. We were told by the Patrick Swayze Talker to not go to Lure because "It is old and busted and we are new hotness." I admit there were some oldies and marrieds here (not my thang) but we definitely enjoyed ourselves. It is a posh lounge that played awesome house music. Two girls who I won't mention their names went down for the count at around 3a.m. Now this is a real bachelorette party!!!
• Escape from Alcatraz #1: Let's see...there is also table dancing, stripper moves, and "Vin Diesel". Then these 3 sub-par men attempt to take us to La Bete also @the Wynn (see comments from Part One). We hide in the women's bathroom. When the coast was clear, we made a break for it, ducking behind slot machines to successfully escape.
• We run into Patrick Swayze Talker and "2..4..6..8..who do we appreciate? Kevin! Kevin!". With our bachlorette handcuffs, I am cuffed to "2..4..6..8..who do we appreciate? Kevin! Kevin!". In the perfectly choreographed rendition of the "Catch and Release" move, I release myself and spin, spin, spin...and end up in the marigolds at the Wynn. Later on, we document the final performance on memory card. Very dramatic finale. If you are lucky and I am drunk enough, I will re-enact for you.
• Escape from Alcatraz #2: The boyz plead to get us to go to their suite but with one Neanderthal-like move, that possibility becomes negative one thousand. We hide out in the bathroom AGAIN and try to make our escape but "2..4..6..8..who do we appreciate? Kevin! Kevin!" catches us. He is no longer appreciated and finally gets the hint.
• Escape from Alcatraz #3: We meet a LV woman in the now-very-familiar-bathroom at Wynn who used to live in Chicago. She and her hubby try to get us to go to Forty Deuces, a burlesque club. She also said Ice is a good club for old school hip hop. We think they are swingers...We, of course, escape them...
• In line for the taxi, I say to this random dude who hits on our yellow-shirted foxy lady, "Please do not touch my camera again, Random Dude". He responds, "Sure thing, Random Woman".
• We get a booty call from Vin but sorry, Vin, gotta turn you down.
• At the Zanzibar Cafe @the Aladdin, Nga and I stave off the munchies. Indian Dude #1 asks for a freedom fry and she obliges. Then Indian Dude #2 from the same group of friends also asks for a freedom fry. This time, no obliging and I say to him, "You lack originality." He gets extremely salty. In retaliation for my offending comment, he returns the freedom fry to us. That's a lil better. Hah. He's still smarting from the comment as we say our good-byes.
• The next day, we chant, Zanzibar! Zanzibar! now and then for good humor.
• I am buzzing (like a bee) and want to stay up even though it is 5a.m. After losing the last standing awake comrade, I start bopping Nga-ty, Mocha-Treena, and Gracie-babe with a certain "toy". Gracie-babe whines, "Caaarrrrroollll...can you use the 'toy' to go play with yourself". Teehee. Then Nga-ty Nga-cita chases me around the suite with the "toy". Finally, I relent and yield to some sleep finally at 6a.m.
• We run into Toronto Asian Boys @Paris the next morning. Oops, I never called them back. I fret that it was a b*tchy move but not for too long...Hah.

This is all you will get for Part Deux, I am afraid because... of that that good ole tried and true phrase, "WHIV, SIV". Pictures and video clips from the weekend are threatening its way to the general public...we will see how negotiations go...but just in case, be on the look out for the "A Night in [fill in a girl from the trip's name here]" or "African Drums" DVDs to hit a local adult videostore near you. Kidding, of course!

I'm gonna miss you, Vegas. It is wonderful because it is a place I can truly escape from...not just from creepy boys and strange swingers...but from the everyday ho hum that life can be. It's like a drug, it is that addicting. Every morning, as I drive to work, I will yearn for that high of being free to party and partake in whatever I please. I guess I had to go back to reality at some point...but begrudgingly...VERY begrudgingly...

[Picture me, kicking and screaming... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!]