As you know, I was in Vegas Monday and Tuesday for work. One of my company's projects won a national Design-Build Institute of America (DBIA) award, so my coworker and I went to accept the award with the client. Therefore, the past two days have been a constant game of catch up.
Our one night in Vegas ended up being more partying than anticipated. Not intended, just happened.
I realized I just can't hang like I used to. When I went to Vegas in college -- along with 20 of my sorority sisters who happened to arrive in the Sin City all wearing the same pink shirt (yeah, that's how we rolled back then) -- we could finish several of the "yard" drinks and somehow be ready for 10 more.Not so much these days. We couldn't even finish O.N.E.
I was disappointed in my inability to drink, but we rallied for the evening. Attended the awards dinner where they actually didn't serve rubber chicken and it was an open bar. Then, we took our client out where the night ended with shots and an excessive need for Excedrin.
The trip was good. Short and quick, but something different than my usual sit at a desk all day and leave with blood shot eyes from staring at the computer so long.
I hate airports, layovers, connecting flights and everything that comes with flying on an airplane. One can only hope they don't get sat next to a very large person with bad hygiene. Or, that there is a screaming child behind you. And worst, that your flight doesn't get delayed causing you to miss your connecting flight.
I may hate airports, but they are good for one thing.
People Watching.
I sat and listened to one gal talk on her cell phone for about an hour. She was white but didn't act like it, bright red hair, super long fake finger nails and a missing tooth. The funniest things she said (there were so many) were "I need to get me a new car. I found one already sittin on rims I want." AND "I toad her I'd loan her da money to start her company." What does this chick do!?!?!
I also heard another gal leaving a message for her -- what seemed to be anyway -- significant other. She said, "Hey cuteface, it's me...". I think I found a new pet name for Brian, cuteface.
Anyways, I have some pics to share from the short rendezvous to the Sin City.
Where we stayed. The Mirage.
That damn yard margarita I thought I could hang with.
Our work event was at Caesars Palace.
It was a beautiful day. A little hot, but lots of sunshine.
As my coworker and I were enjoying our yard margaritas at a little outside bar, this site seer passed by.
I highly debated not posting this (c'mon, I have a conscious), but then decided this could be a valuable lesson that so many people in America haven't learned yet.
When you are having just one of those days, weeks or years for that matter, don't leave the house dressed like this!
5 Comments:
First of all, her face actually looks quite nice, then you pan down and it's like - oh my goodness. Has she just recently given birth or what. I'm confused.
Second, I can't wait to hear you call Brian "cuteface" in public.
Third, I like your picture of the top of the water. Very nice!
OMG- is that a real person? Come on, who would ever walk out of the house thinking "I look good" in that? Wow. But anyways, I'm glad you posted because it make me laugh!
Think of that as a prime example of why you should be proud that you CANT finish several yards anymore. And even worse, think of the guy who DID drink several yards and then woke up next to that. That would drive one to sobriety quicker than a DUI.
GREAT POST!!! I seriously laughed out loud at "cuteface" :) Your pictures are amazing! I really need to get to know my camera better! And damn, don't people think, or care for that matter, that all their nastiness is hanging out like that?? GAG!!!
Uh, I think that chick was in Mexico... in a bikini!!! LOL!! :)
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