So it was quite a wonderful vacation, I must say! Here's what I did: lounged by the pool; drank huge frozen alcoholic beverages; read a lot; walked around; celebrated Tito J., ate a lot; and RELAXED. Ahhhh...
Flew out Friday eve., the 6pm flight. I was PISSED that those bastards Continental had the NERVE to charge me $25 to check a bag! I am serious, I am never flying them again. But anyway, the flight itself was ok and I was glad I dressed comfortably and was traveling light. Although I don't care for Vegas I like the McCarran airport b/c it always makes me think of that scene in one of my fave movies, Midnight Run. Heh heh. I grabbed the shuttle bus to the Luxor and found Tito J. We got a room on floor 22 ("My age!" I told the receptionist) and it was a nice room indeed. After dumping our stuff we walked around the hotel a little and got our 1st frozen drink of the weekend at Fat Tuesday's. The Luxor is connected to Mandalay Bay and we wandered over there. Then it was time to meet Tito J.'s friends downtown at the Golden Nugget.
We cabbed it over b/c we were too ignorant to realize you could ride a bus shuttle for waaaaay cheaper and it was nice to see Fremont St. and the Plaza hotel where I had stayed 6 yrs. ago w/Greggy and co. Actually by then I was hungry so we wandered over to the Plaza to get a hot dog (chuckle!). Then we went to the club at the Golden Nugget "Gold Diggers" where it was free for me to get in but Tito J. had to pay a nominal cover charge. We smoked cigars on the patio and Tito J. saw his 1st Fremont St. light show (I'd seen it before, natch).
Before long his friends showed up. They danced and drank, I sat and watched until some 80's funk came on and then I danced to a couple songs. But then I was getting bored 'cuz I didn't want to drink anymore and was also tired due to the long day and week (shit, I really am not as young as I used to be) so told them I was gonna go walk around and meet them back at the club in a bit. I did some window-shopping and walked up and down Fremont St. and just took in the sights. After awhile I met Tito J. back at the club and we took the much-cheaper shuttle back to the strip and our hotel.
After sleeping in on Sat. (but not as much as I really needed due to the 2-hr time difference from Houston) we decided to hit our 1st buffet of the day at lunchtime. We got the all-you-can-keep-down-in-one-day wristband (which was not that good of a deal b/c frankly, neither Tito J. and I can eat enough to make it a good deal, due to our expertise in Slimagineering) but whatever! We grubbed seriously. I started with the cold stuff for my 1st plate: shrimp, pasta pesto salad; macaroni salad; potato salad; 1/2 bagel w/lox and cream cheese and capers ("Hey, I'm dating a Jew!" I told Tito J.). 2nd plate: fried rice; General Tso's chicken; green beans, slice of pizza! 3rd plate: waffle, apple-smoked bacon, chorizo, ambrosia salad, fruit, etc. Finally ended w/a dessert plate of 5 desserts! I even took a pic and sent it to Stefano and told him he was definitely going to have to help me work it all off. Tito J. was good and only had 2 plates of buffet and 1 plate of dessert.
After that, to the pool we went! It was crowded. I wondered why all these fools weren't inside gambling. We managed by a miracle to snag 2 chairs next to each other. The weather was perfect, sunny and warm. This was my 1st tanning session of the year. It was even warm enough for me to dip myself into the pool twice. At one point Tito J. went to get us drinks: a Michelob Ultra for me (after all, I needed to pay heed to calories!) and a Pina Colada w/Malibu for him, mmmmm!!! While he was gone some drunk ass fool actually puked in one of the pools! It was just like that scene in Caddyshack where everyone makes a mad dash to get out of the pool. Our 2 drinks cost $17. Welcome to Vegas!!!
Tito J. left soon to go try and score tix to a Cirque show that night. I continued to lounge by the pool, read, listen to podcasts, ahhhh... it was heavenly. After a couple hours I headed back to the room to get ready to meet Tito J. for our next activities. By the time he returned and I was showered and changed it was actually time for our buffet dinner. I once again had 3 plates, along w/1 glass of wine! Let's see... mashed potatoes, beef, cornbread, sushi, shrimp, fish taco, rice, beans, hamburger w/one bun, french fries... but this time I could only stomach 4 desserts! When we (finally) finished and went up to the room so Tito J. could change clothes, I lifted my dress and could see my stomach sticking out! Ack!!! I thought I even saw the outline of a chocolate eclair.
So it was determined that some walking down the Strip was definitely in order! Tito J. had to go to his show at the MGM so he walked me down until he had to cross over to the other side of the Strip. I continued b/c I wanted to see the dancing waters at the Bellagio. It was a great walk, the evening was warm, I had my iPod, and there were tons and tons of people out, it being Saturday night and all. There sure were a lot of dumb girls wearing stupid heels, trying to do all this walking. I would say it was about a 40-min. walk down and 40-min. back for me. The waters were a little disappointing, as I'd seen them before when I was there in '04 and the show back then was longer and cooler. This show was to "Viva las Vegas" and only lasted 60 seconds or so?!? Anyway, I still needed the walk. On the way back I was thirsty so I stopped in the CVS and got a liter of Coke Zero. My other observation was that probably around 90% of Las Vegas tourists are overweight/obese!
Back in the room I got ready for bed and had a wonderful, just-what-the-Dr.-ordered relaxing evening w/my book. AHHHHHH!!! Tito J. arrived after his show, wanting to go to a gay club and tried to talk me into going, but I just couldn't. I wanted to lay around in bed more, read more, watch more tv, relax more!!! So he went and was back around 3am and I woke up to hear a little bit about his evening.
Next morn. we slept in and then Tito J. had to pack up as he'd be leaving that afternoon. I had reserved the room for 3 nights so that although I was also leaving that night, I could have the room to lounge around in all day. Tito J. went to have lunch w/his cousins (there was NO WAY in HELL I was going to be able to eat ANYTHING anytime soon after making such a disgrace of myself at the Saturday buffets) and I went to the pool, hoping it was early enough that the drunks would be sleeping it off and the pool would be mostly cleared out. Although there were people out there, this time I had no prob finding an empty lounge chair. My tan still needed serious work.
After the pool I met Tito J. and we went to refill our drinks at Fat Tuesday's. We walked around a little more until it was time to get his stuff and get him a cab. We bid adieu over drinks and cigars. After he left I went and got showered and changed and relaxed until it was time to walk to the movie theater to see Hot Tub Time Machine, which came highly recommended by Brandone. Eh, it was ok. I only laughed twice. Back at the room it was almost time to get ready for my 11pm trip to the airport. I had major frustration beginning this trip and now I had major frustration ending it, as I called the airport shuttle in plenty of time but waited way too long outside for them to pick me up. Turns out, after 3 phone calls, I was waiting at the wrong entrance of my hotel!!! Well, thanks for NOT telling me, bitches! I had to make my way to the "North Entrance", for which there was NO signage. The concierge and a cocktail waitress tried to explain the way to me, but I walked and walked and then found myself inside the next door casino hotel, the Excalibur!!! FUCK!!! I wanted to cry, also b/c I was tired and getting sleepy.
I called the shuttle service back and said now I needed to be picked up at the Excalibur. A janitor had to show me the way outside. I just wanted to get outside and that was like the hardest thing to do ever. That's Vegas for you! Good thing I was ready 2 hours before my damn flight b/c I got to the airport just over an hour before my flight. And of course, those bastards at Continental charged me another $25 to check my bag. Fuckers!!! I said, "I'm never flying this airline again!" but fortunately, my bag still made it to Houston and not to Honolulu.
Everyone pretty much slept in the flight as it was the red-eye. Seeing Houston outside the plane window made me so happy! I love Houston and I was glad to be home!!! Driving home I called Stefano, who was up of course. Then I went home and crashed 'til lunchtime. I relaxed a bit, unpacked, and went to Job #2 for 2 hours. Then I went for a much-needed run!!! Amazingly, it appears I "only" gained 3 lbs. from all that buffet eating and big-drink drinking.
Stefano came over to spend the night w/me. We both missed each other terribly! He is stressed out about getting his CD out but it'll happen by May. Sleeping in his arms was just what I needed. The next 3 times I go out of town will be with HIM!!!
Flew out Friday eve., the 6pm flight. I was PISSED that those bastards Continental had the NERVE to charge me $25 to check a bag! I am serious, I am never flying them again. But anyway, the flight itself was ok and I was glad I dressed comfortably and was traveling light. Although I don't care for Vegas I like the McCarran airport b/c it always makes me think of that scene in one of my fave movies, Midnight Run. Heh heh. I grabbed the shuttle bus to the Luxor and found Tito J. We got a room on floor 22 ("My age!" I told the receptionist) and it was a nice room indeed. After dumping our stuff we walked around the hotel a little and got our 1st frozen drink of the weekend at Fat Tuesday's. The Luxor is connected to Mandalay Bay and we wandered over there. Then it was time to meet Tito J.'s friends downtown at the Golden Nugget.
We cabbed it over b/c we were too ignorant to realize you could ride a bus shuttle for waaaaay cheaper and it was nice to see Fremont St. and the Plaza hotel where I had stayed 6 yrs. ago w/Greggy and co. Actually by then I was hungry so we wandered over to the Plaza to get a hot dog (chuckle!). Then we went to the club at the Golden Nugget "Gold Diggers" where it was free for me to get in but Tito J. had to pay a nominal cover charge. We smoked cigars on the patio and Tito J. saw his 1st Fremont St. light show (I'd seen it before, natch).
Before long his friends showed up. They danced and drank, I sat and watched until some 80's funk came on and then I danced to a couple songs. But then I was getting bored 'cuz I didn't want to drink anymore and was also tired due to the long day and week (shit, I really am not as young as I used to be) so told them I was gonna go walk around and meet them back at the club in a bit. I did some window-shopping and walked up and down Fremont St. and just took in the sights. After awhile I met Tito J. back at the club and we took the much-cheaper shuttle back to the strip and our hotel.
After sleeping in on Sat. (but not as much as I really needed due to the 2-hr time difference from Houston) we decided to hit our 1st buffet of the day at lunchtime. We got the all-you-can-keep-down-in-one-day wristband (which was not that good of a deal b/c frankly, neither Tito J. and I can eat enough to make it a good deal, due to our expertise in Slimagineering) but whatever! We grubbed seriously. I started with the cold stuff for my 1st plate: shrimp, pasta pesto salad; macaroni salad; potato salad; 1/2 bagel w/lox and cream cheese and capers ("Hey, I'm dating a Jew!" I told Tito J.). 2nd plate: fried rice; General Tso's chicken; green beans, slice of pizza! 3rd plate: waffle, apple-smoked bacon, chorizo, ambrosia salad, fruit, etc. Finally ended w/a dessert plate of 5 desserts! I even took a pic and sent it to Stefano and told him he was definitely going to have to help me work it all off. Tito J. was good and only had 2 plates of buffet and 1 plate of dessert.
After that, to the pool we went! It was crowded. I wondered why all these fools weren't inside gambling. We managed by a miracle to snag 2 chairs next to each other. The weather was perfect, sunny and warm. This was my 1st tanning session of the year. It was even warm enough for me to dip myself into the pool twice. At one point Tito J. went to get us drinks: a Michelob Ultra for me (after all, I needed to pay heed to calories!) and a Pina Colada w/Malibu for him, mmmmm!!! While he was gone some drunk ass fool actually puked in one of the pools! It was just like that scene in Caddyshack where everyone makes a mad dash to get out of the pool. Our 2 drinks cost $17. Welcome to Vegas!!!
Tito J. left soon to go try and score tix to a Cirque show that night. I continued to lounge by the pool, read, listen to podcasts, ahhhh... it was heavenly. After a couple hours I headed back to the room to get ready to meet Tito J. for our next activities. By the time he returned and I was showered and changed it was actually time for our buffet dinner. I once again had 3 plates, along w/1 glass of wine! Let's see... mashed potatoes, beef, cornbread, sushi, shrimp, fish taco, rice, beans, hamburger w/one bun, french fries... but this time I could only stomach 4 desserts! When we (finally) finished and went up to the room so Tito J. could change clothes, I lifted my dress and could see my stomach sticking out! Ack!!! I thought I even saw the outline of a chocolate eclair.
So it was determined that some walking down the Strip was definitely in order! Tito J. had to go to his show at the MGM so he walked me down until he had to cross over to the other side of the Strip. I continued b/c I wanted to see the dancing waters at the Bellagio. It was a great walk, the evening was warm, I had my iPod, and there were tons and tons of people out, it being Saturday night and all. There sure were a lot of dumb girls wearing stupid heels, trying to do all this walking. I would say it was about a 40-min. walk down and 40-min. back for me. The waters were a little disappointing, as I'd seen them before when I was there in '04 and the show back then was longer and cooler. This show was to "Viva las Vegas" and only lasted 60 seconds or so?!? Anyway, I still needed the walk. On the way back I was thirsty so I stopped in the CVS and got a liter of Coke Zero. My other observation was that probably around 90% of Las Vegas tourists are overweight/obese!
Back in the room I got ready for bed and had a wonderful, just-what-the-Dr.-ordered relaxing evening w/my book. AHHHHHH!!! Tito J. arrived after his show, wanting to go to a gay club and tried to talk me into going, but I just couldn't. I wanted to lay around in bed more, read more, watch more tv, relax more!!! So he went and was back around 3am and I woke up to hear a little bit about his evening.
Next morn. we slept in and then Tito J. had to pack up as he'd be leaving that afternoon. I had reserved the room for 3 nights so that although I was also leaving that night, I could have the room to lounge around in all day. Tito J. went to have lunch w/his cousins (there was NO WAY in HELL I was going to be able to eat ANYTHING anytime soon after making such a disgrace of myself at the Saturday buffets) and I went to the pool, hoping it was early enough that the drunks would be sleeping it off and the pool would be mostly cleared out. Although there were people out there, this time I had no prob finding an empty lounge chair. My tan still needed serious work.
After the pool I met Tito J. and we went to refill our drinks at Fat Tuesday's. We walked around a little more until it was time to get his stuff and get him a cab. We bid adieu over drinks and cigars. After he left I went and got showered and changed and relaxed until it was time to walk to the movie theater to see Hot Tub Time Machine, which came highly recommended by Brandone. Eh, it was ok. I only laughed twice. Back at the room it was almost time to get ready for my 11pm trip to the airport. I had major frustration beginning this trip and now I had major frustration ending it, as I called the airport shuttle in plenty of time but waited way too long outside for them to pick me up. Turns out, after 3 phone calls, I was waiting at the wrong entrance of my hotel!!! Well, thanks for NOT telling me, bitches! I had to make my way to the "North Entrance", for which there was NO signage. The concierge and a cocktail waitress tried to explain the way to me, but I walked and walked and then found myself inside the next door casino hotel, the Excalibur!!! FUCK!!! I wanted to cry, also b/c I was tired and getting sleepy.
I called the shuttle service back and said now I needed to be picked up at the Excalibur. A janitor had to show me the way outside. I just wanted to get outside and that was like the hardest thing to do ever. That's Vegas for you! Good thing I was ready 2 hours before my damn flight b/c I got to the airport just over an hour before my flight. And of course, those bastards at Continental charged me another $25 to check my bag. Fuckers!!! I said, "I'm never flying this airline again!" but fortunately, my bag still made it to Houston and not to Honolulu.
Everyone pretty much slept in the flight as it was the red-eye. Seeing Houston outside the plane window made me so happy! I love Houston and I was glad to be home!!! Driving home I called Stefano, who was up of course. Then I went home and crashed 'til lunchtime. I relaxed a bit, unpacked, and went to Job #2 for 2 hours. Then I went for a much-needed run!!! Amazingly, it appears I "only" gained 3 lbs. from all that buffet eating and big-drink drinking.
Stefano came over to spend the night w/me. We both missed each other terribly! He is stressed out about getting his CD out but it'll happen by May. Sleeping in his arms was just what I needed. The next 3 times I go out of town will be with HIM!!!
2 comments:
It was a great vacay! thanks for being there for me!! you are the best. What are we doing for yours?
I am just going to celebrate this year by going to Chicago w/Mr. Wonderful!
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