Dear LVD,
I decided against wearing my bikini under my clothes on the flight. Something told me I am fairly conspicuous as it is. And with my luck, one of my strings would have become haphazardly entangled in my neighbor's headphones as he/she futily attempted a quiet, uneventful flight. And we were all already headed to Vegas; I didn't need to bring Vegas to the passengers.
Because I generally don't care who I sit next to as long as they aren't:
A) Sick,
B) Spilling over into my seat,
C) A screaming child,
D) The woman with Angry Cat as her carry-on,
I excused myself past two guys and sat down next to the window.
I laughed myself ugly at the book I brought and then I was there.
Holy crap. Somewhere, in the small continent that is McCarran Int'l Airport, all the way from Connecticut, BreAnn was waiting for me.
I practically sprinted to baggage claim to see her face (and to make sure all my shoes made it because...SHOES.)
And then, for just one second, I was pretty sure world hunger had ended because this happened:
We had impatiently waited a month for this moment. Sometimes a girl's gotta make a choice: feelings or dignity? The feeling of excitement won. Wasn't even a question, really. Much squealing and girl-love ensued.
Our obscenely heavy suitcases in tow, we made our way to the curb to grab a taxi and begin making new (and sometimes blurry) memories.
First memory together: surviving the cab ride to our hotel. The sweet black woman with the blonde braids either didn't register stop signs as requirements or just happened to look in the rearview mirror at us every. single. time. we came up to one. The only upside to her reckless driving was that she got us there before I "cirque du soleil'd" all over her cab. But only barely.
The sweet, beachy air of the Mandalay Bay lobby was miraculous in and of itself. We truly felt one thousand miles away from the desert of LV.
The sweet, excessively man-scaped gentleman at the front desk was most helpful and we enjoyed the elevator ride to our room more than we should have. We just kept saying, "I can't believe this is really happening. It's so surreal!" and then something shiny would distract us and we'd start all over again.
Room 28333 became our liquor-stocked home away from home. And...you guys...THE BATHROOM. I didn't manage to get a picture of that. Mostly because so much magic happened in there before the two of us descended upon the town that there was NO TIME. Legs to be shaved, hair to be did, appearances to be rocked, ya dig?
Bre & I were incredibly compatible roommates. (Duh.) I felt this was worth mentioning because we've never, liked, LIVED together. Which is really just a gross oversight on the universe's part.
We took in our view and managed to find a place for all our tiny shorts & swimsuits and hit the strip.
We took our time but were excited to get back to our room. It. was. hot. Like, crazy hot. So we showered and changed and decided to bring a li'l Southern Idaho to Coyote Ugly...
BreAnn and I suffer from an inability to sit still when there is music on. We also share a passion for dancing (years of dance team together). Both of those traits came together in a glorious combination of sweat, music, and green-and-blue stripes.
We got to CU a little early, by Vegas standards, so we meandered around the New York New York, got some pizza, checked out the amazing saxophone player at the dueling piano bar, and decided we both really just wanted to go back to CU and dance.
So we did. And it was absolutely amazing. We tried to leave about 4-5 times, but then another "that's our song!" song would come on and, well, we were practically powerless. What we didn't expect was the herd of British boys in the matching blazers who, inspired by alcohol, thought we were just the neatest thing. But lemme tell ya, trying to understand the usually-charming British accent over the music and muddled by alcohol is useless & a waste of time. Laughing & nodding is the universal language, and at that late in the evening, "Oy! Oy!" filled in the gaps.
We said our goodbyes and began our stroll back to Mandalay Bay. LV is still so warm, and surprisingly pretty, at 4:30 a.m.
Then we got 3 hours of sleep and began Day 2...
