The Best of Vegas: Part 2

The next time I found myself in Vegas was, embarrassingly enough, only about six weeks later. My friend Bruce, who at the time was more of an acquaintance, had a wedding to go to and mentioned that we should make a trip of it. So me, Lizette, Adriana, Bruce and Zach squeezed into Lizett’es compact car and made the trip. The drive, needless to say, was the worst. Luckily I drove the whole time so I actually don’t know how awful it was since I wasn’t ever in the backseat. (Muah-hahahaha!)
A couple of key highlights for the best of this particular trip; first, Bruce speaks Russian. (Or something like that, like really since I can’t understand it I don’t know exactly which language it is, but something like that.) The first day at our hotel, Bruce pretended he couldn’t speak English and he and Zach, who was BTW wearing a speedo, had a hilarious convo with the front desk lady trying to ask for towels to swim. I about died. Also I am guessing the rest of the weekend they suspected we were mail order brides they were delivering from Russia/Ukraine/Whatever country belongs to the language he was speaking. Just a theory, though. Also, let’s face it- the elephant in the room/car the duration of the weekend was how well Zach actually rocked the speedo.

Zach, Lizette, Me, Bruce heading to the strip

In other news, Lizette developed a gambling problem. I attribute this to her great success from our last trip but whatever the reason, she was hooked. She was super distraught that our smoke-free, nice, spa-like pool, amazing bed, continental breakfast, everything you could hope for and for $40/night employee rate- didn’t have a casino. Seriously.

Ahhh, pool time.

We actually made it to a club this time and the best picture of my life is from after when Adriana and I were enjoying some McDonald’s and Lizette, completely sober, looks sch-wasted because she was tired/her feet hurt/she had cramps. Priceless I decided Vegas clubs are not my fav because the music is too techno (and I’m too gangsta) and I hate smoke. Detest it. Wheeze just thinking about it.

She was in serious pain/hating life.

I was clearly in McHeaven.


The last day Lizette reached her breaking point. As we walked about the strip sightseeing and enjoying our day, she stopped at every casino. This time her luck had faded and soon all her cash was gone. Before I knew it she was at an ATM but her debit card wouldn’t scan. “Can you loan me $40?” she ask frantically. Bruce told me I was feeding her addiction but she added ever so sweetly, “You know I’ll win it back!” She didn’t.
Only Lizette (and God) know how much she really lost that day and yet she still wanted to gamble with each casino we passed. I decided I didn’t like gambling as much anymore when I lost $48 (I realize that’s not a lot but it was really depressing because I didn’t win at all in between losing so it took maybe 5 minutes. Ridiculous.)
I guess you could say we left with some broken spirits that trip. Just kidding- all my losses were made up for by the fact that I single handedly got Bruce to love rap music. How could I have asked for a more accomplished trip? (PS Bruce- I promise “Get Buck” volumes 1-10 are really coming soon.)

Side Note: Me and Lizette were back another 3 weeks later but only for a night on our way to LA to go on a cruise so not highly eventful. Next up: My birthday trip- stay tuned!