CA in LA: A Mute in Vegas.

Although this is long over due, I can't move on to planning my next Vegas trip until I recap the last one. No blog can do our 'girls trips' justice, especially the ones in Vegas since they are more difficult to recall, but I will do my best to embarrass everyone sans names. HOWEVER, you all know who you are...and so do a lot of other people.
Our trip began with a wonderful four hour drive of breathtaking scenery and random play lists. Three of us drove in the 'toaster' and the other three were left with the LIBERTY of experiencing car sickness at one point or another. As tradition has it, we stop one hour away from the strip because obviously that last hour would be too hard to hold one's pee and we need Tilts.

As we roll into Vegas we put on the Hangover song everyone else did in 2009. Original. The night would be dedicated to celebrating Katie's birthday, so like any other group of classy girls we ordered Pizza Hut. After putting on our fancy threads and fake hair and filling up the 'group flask' we headed to a club we could get into right away, XS. The 'connection' who got us in the club was a short fella who said 1-2 words every five minutes. Good guy. We felt out the club, danced, naturally met a group of Nebraska guys on a bachelor trip and began talking to them. I met Doug, who was a 6'7" toffee maker from a small industrial town called Grand Junction, Colorado. I knew we would get along. The girls can't stay in one place for more than 7 minutes, so the group A.D.D. kicked in and I was pulled away from my intellectual conversation with Doug Toffee. I didn't feel it appropriate to give him my number so my business card was the only reasonable option. At the bar, a small Chinese man wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket wobbled up to our spot at the bar and continued to look at us, purchase our drinks and walk away without saying anything. The perks of Madi's boobs I guess. After one of the girl's hair caught on fire and a few pole dances were exchanged we were on to the next club. We were only at this particular club for about 4 minutes, it looked like it would've been a pretty good time. However, one girl in our group decided to "grab" a dancer making her money fall to the ground. Our friend was immediately escorted out of the club by security, while inside the dancer was contemplating pressing charges. We all left. Typical night.

A few mistakes later, we all decided to walk back to the hotel. On our way up to the room we passed a group of unknown contestants and Casey from the Bachelor. Jamison decided to walk up to Casey as if they were old friends from middle school, 'Casey?' Apparently it worked for her because the next thing we were drinking with them and two other sloots probably wanting to appear on the next season of Bachelor. Luckily, one of our friends got the winning ticket, a nice make out session with Casey and stories of his 7 homes around the U.S. Here's a nice clip of Casey being a douche: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFjgoP7d7Mg. I can't even watch the whole thing it makes me so uncomfortable.

For a quick night cap, one of the girls dropped their phone down the elevator shaft at 4 a.m. only to have the entire Mirage staff and fire department help her retrieve it.

The rest of the trip was typical Vegas. Walking around the Mirage in an over sized sparkly dress draped with a happy birthday sign while being a mute, breakfast rave, dance offs, fighting with each other, a classy dinner where everyone complains about how expensive it is, losing each other, and fighting with each other again.

No matter where we go, there is always laughter, surprise, and a long, dreadful drive home. The highlight of THIS trip was actually coming to work a week later to find a box of Toffee from Grand Junction, Colorado lying on my desk. Thanks Doug Toffee.