I was standing on the cat walk, pleasently drunk, leaning over the guard rail, with a man's arm securely around my waist watching two acrobats bounce and twirl in mid-air above the heads of atleast one hundred people. This is when I realized I was either having the best dream ever or I was in Las Vegas. It was the latter.
Las Vegas, I never knew I loved you. No one can truly appreciate this city unless one loves pleasure and adventure. You can't play it safe in Vegas and fully experience it. I'm sure of that.
This trip, in honor of Michelle's eventual nuptual, was just what the therapist ordered. I had one hell of a time. And pretty much everyone else did too.
Okay...I gambled...lost money...barely ate anything... sleeping was simply NOT an option. Blah Blah Blah...let's talk about the man, the club, and the desert treck from HELL!
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If you happen to go to Vegas let me suggest visiting Studio 54 at the MGM Grand. The six ladies (Chris stayed behind due to financial hardship)dressed up all glammed out. Seeing as it was Vegas I took the opportunity to wear the most revealing item I own: a red and black bustier. The only mistake I made was wearing THE most uncomfortable shoes I own. Tina looked disco fabulous in her majenta glitter jeans and a skin tight white tank/shirt; Jen was sophisticated in her all black outfit with the glitter gold rose on her shirt and knee high boots; Michelle took the opportunity to display her phoenix tatoo on her lower back wearing a backless red glitter shirt; Jennifer (Michelle's friend) was adorable in a baby pink sequine tube top and shiny pants; and Velma looked simply beautiful in her green tank dress, cardigan and knee high boots.
Arriving two hours before the club opened we waited patiently in line and met some Canadians. They were hitting on Tina, Jen and Jennifer. One of them looked like Anthony Edwards (Dr. Green from ER).
The club itself was overwhelming. Go-Go dancers (male and female, thank you very much) wore cordnating outfits. The music was bumping and people were trickling in. Men had to pay a $20 cover and women were free. I was surprised to see so many men. I spent the first hour or so sitting with Michelle and Jennifer and Velma watching and dancing in the crowd. Tina and Jen went on an adventure to the second story of the club. I soon joined them.
We met some very neat guys who were more than willing to buy us drinks and keep us company (which was nice because there were so many sleaze balls in the place). It was within this group of galant gents that I met Aaron.
Aaron, from Nebraska, with curly blond hair and hazel eyes. He walked with confidence. He was about my height and sorta heavy set like me. I felt immediatly comfortable around him. We chatted a bit and then he disappeared. I danced with a few other guys, survived all the sexist comments about my boobs, and drank and drank. Aaron showed up while I was waiting in line for the potty. We talked some more and he waited for me to finish up before escourting me back to his friends.
It didn't take long before our arms were around eachother, and we snuggled and carressed...you know, the pre-makeout-letting-you-know-I-like-you sorts of touches. He excused himself, and before he left he kissed me. It was so awsome!!!
Fast forward...we got drunker still...and watched the trapeze act...it was a magical moment. I don't think I've been that happy for a very long time. We kissed some more and oh...geeze...it was just so wonderful.
I'm not going into details after the club but here are some highlights: Bellagio Casino, Limo, room service, good conversation, kissing, sunrise...
Now came the trip home. Tina and Jen left earlier in the evening (with my blessing) and now I had no ride home. To take a cab back to stateline it would cost me $65 and I only had $100 on me. So I found a shuttle that takes tourists to the outlet mall across the highway from Whiskey Pete's (my hotel). By the time I boarded the bus I had been up for over 24 hours with zero sleep, was limping from bruises and abbrasions on my feet, and had almost nothing in my stomach. To say I was feeling tore up would be a understatement. The bus was occupied 99% by Japanese tourists anxious to spend money in America. Thanks Japan!
Forty minutes after the bus left I arrived at the outlet mall and had to make my way to the other side of the highway. This entailed going through the entire mall, a casino, two parking lots, busy trafic intersections and yet another casino. I stopped at one of the stores in the mall to buy flip-flops because I was about to crawl to my casino.
I made it home...thank God. In one piece, happy, sad, in pain, anxious, angry...man it was just a trip!
My feet are still recovering from Vegas. And I'll probably never see Aaron again. Yet another snowflake drifting into my life, and melting away with time. :) I smile...it was a happy time... magical... made me feel special...hopeful for the future... maybe there is another Aaron for me out there. Maybe not...either way... I have the memory to keep me going.
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I'll have plenty more to say about life right now. But this entry is staggeringly long.
Sigh...smooches!
Chelsea