After 4 hours, 3 super random mix cd’s (Johnny Cash, Justin Timberlake, Mase, Adele…), two pee breaks, and one near-death incidence, we arrived in Sin City. We got to come a day early since L is a deal-seeker EXTRAORDINAIRE and got us a $30 room on the north end of the strip. The Clarion was a pretty big -hole but for $7.50/person for an extra day of exploring Vegay? Sold.
Nothing warms the soul & kicks off a bachelorette party quite like good uncencored girl talk and belly laughs. Wedding details, menstral invention ideas, boy stupidity, Ke$ha vs. Gaga, and the disproportionate effects of gravity on young boobs kept us entertained for longer than I care to admit.
Luke warm beers and four hours of pent up energy will do that, I guess.
Once the neons replaced the daylight we changed clothes, grabbes a couple road pops, and fell into a cab to Fremont Street (“Old Vegas”) for some cheap gambling and exploring.
To be continued…