Contrary to popular belief I have not fallen off the face of the earth and into a dark pit of despair. I just have nothing all that interesting going on. Well, at least not before this past weekend. Instead of diving head first into the shitload of work I have to get done before Thursday, I opted to be uber-irresponsible and head to Vegas for 3 days. Of course, being on a budget and wanting the majority of my money to go to tips for the cocktail waitresses who I planned to have feeding me copious amounts of alcohol and gambling, I searched out the cheapest non-shit hole I could find on the strip. When Circus Circus came up, I decided I would rather shove rusty forks in my eyes repeatedly than stay there. There was a very close 2nd though. And possibly equally as lame. But I decided to put a spin on ‘lame’ and opted to consider it pretty damn funny that a woman would stay there. Now think of really tight t-shirts, night owls and wings. Got it? Yup, as I’m all about class, I stayed at Hooters! It actually wasn’t that bad. Sure, their rooms are old and kinda crappy, but I liked their sad little casino, got a killer room rate and it was just a hop skip and a jump (or a trip, stumble and weave) from The Strip. Yey me!
I went up there with a friend, yes, TD, who was meeting one of his friends there and I was supposed to meet one of mine. Now stop yelling at the computer. I am not actually as dumb as I appear. I stayed in a different hotel and only saw them for one of my nights. And no, that doesn’t mean an overnight. I basically only mooched a ride up there. Geesh. What kind of a dumbass do you think I am? 😉 I’m the kind of dumbass that opted to text an old ‘friend’ (previously referred to as vacation fling) that lives in Vegas as I was out by myself on Friday and see if he was in town. Now for a bit of a back story, I met the ‘friend’ on a cruise I took in 2010. I have seen him twice since. Once was with my doppelgänger and the other time was back in February when I was in Vegas with TD on an entirely different trip than this one was. And on that trip, we ran into said ‘friend’ who was a bit of a dick and I proceeded to text my doppelgänger what an ass he was being to me. I mean really, the man called me ‘valium’ for shit’s sake. I don’t think that’s a compliment. Too bad my f*bomb laden text to her misfired and went to him instead. I can’t remember exactly what I sent her, but I know it wasn’t nice. Yeah, I’m awesome like that. I shot off a quick apology to him, then composed another message to doppelgänger calling ‘friend’ more shitty names and again sent it to him by mistake. Oy. Lesson be learned kids. Do not text after drinking!
Needless to say, I hadn’t spoken to him since and didn’t think he’d respond, but he did. He was in town, 2 resorts over and on his way to see a concert at The Cosmopolitan (which, btw, would make it 2 concerts that I’ve seen with him at The Cosmo). Anyway, he told me to meet him so I did. And proceeded to apologize profusely and explained that he didn’t mean anything bad by calling me valium. Uh, whatever. I then proceeded to get shitty drunk, see a Blink 182 concert with him and apparently take him back to my hotel with me! Uhm, now although vacation fling and I date back to winter of 2010, I haven’t so much as kissed him since then. Yeah, I guess I can’t say that anymore. Oh wait, before you all start doing happy dances and chanting ‘thank god she finally got laid’, I didn’t. No bike rides. Just some fooling around and then we both pretty much passed out. I woke up the next morning and was a little weirded out about how I should act, but he grabbed me over to him and snuggled with me. It was nice. As is par for my dating history, there was no talk of getting together again. He did thank me for meeting him and having him stay over (I feel as if I should have thanked him!) and I think he’ll be in town sometime this month to perform, so we’ll see if I can be his vacation fling this time.
The next night I invited myself to dinner with TD and his friend (for all else I can do alone, I really don’t like eating by myself) and was set to head off on my own after that. I ended up spending the rest of the evening with them drinking and laughing and having a great time. I was stupid and immature and I have the pictures of me grabbing a naked statue outside of Caesar’s Palace to prove it. It was a good night. And a pretty good weekend. Only small bouts of over-thinking on both our parts. Geesh, I guess some things never change. We both held fast to our ‘friends-only’ rule and although it sorta felt weird considering the last time we were in Vegas, it was okay……
Hell, at least I got to make out with someone finally who wasn’t TD. About f*ing time. I was afraid that the powers that be might swoop down and snatch my ‘kissing whore’ title away from me. 😉