I love Polo Towers. The location is perfect. I've been staying there for so long now that it feels homey and familiar. The lobby is a lobby and not a loud chaotic casino. After the long drive we didn't do much that night after checking in Friday. We took a much needed nap before we went out in search of food and a little gambling. We are both extremely conservative gamblers. We emptied out our change stash at coin star for gambling money which ended up being $170.00 and we came home with $110.00 of it if that says anything!! We sat down at a slot machines at MGM with $20 and were done within 15 minutes. I almost lost it all then went back up to $17.00 and called it quits while I was ahead. He cashed out at $100.
Saturday morning we did a timeshare presentation at our hotel. I really didn't feel like bothering and was all ready to say NO but they made us an offer I couldn't refuse. How could I say no to $100 bucks? I'm really bad at turning down free money. After that we walked the strip and browsed The Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace. I'm proud of myself for not even wanting to step foot in the giant H & M or Express. I just didn't want to go there and I was glad. Goodness knows I've spent enough money on clothes this year. We got dinner and then went back to the hotel to rest up for our night out.
Except I didn't really get a chance to rest. I'm not really sure what I was thinking when I packed my party night outfit. Well, actually I do know what I was thinking. It's going to be cold. I don't want to freeze my ass off. I'm wearing jeans. Then I got there and I was like, what were you thinking? Girls don't wear jeans to nightclubs in Vegas. Not that I have to be like everyone else except maybe I do because I knew that if I didn't feel "right" about my outfit that it would mess up my whole mood. Off I went to Ross for an emergency shopping trip. It's really hit or miss there but it was close and I didn't want to spend much money so I went with it. It took me forever to decide. I was by myself and reception sucked so I couldn't send pictures to Mj. I lucked out and found a 3/4 sleeve wrap dress that I could wear with my boots. It was basically the same dress I have at home that I should have brought with me but didn't. I bought four and returned two the next day. Yes, I kept an extra!! But it was only $13.00 and now I have a cheap dress for Mj's holiday party.
The Vegas scene is sexism in reverse in which men are the victims. It's funny and a little sad at the same time. Men who try to dance on any raised platform in a club are kicked off within minutes. Apparently, nobody wants to see men getting their groove on in nightclubs. Men usually pay higher cover charges and their dress is scrutinized whereas women can wear whatever they want and usually the less the better. They will offer reduced or free cover to men at some places but never ever would they offer them an open bar but that's what the ladies got at Haze Night Club in Aria. I got 2 free drink tickets at the door. It was kind of obnoxious that it was ONLY for Vodka mixes but when cocktails are going for $18 and beers for $10 you can't really be too choosy about what you get to drink for free. If you want two more drink tickets you have to go all the way back out and up the escalator. I think they are hoping that you won't bother to do it, but there was no shame in my game and I took full advantage. I went right back up there and asked for two more tickets before the cut off.
Sometimes you just really need to let your hair down and dance on a stage like nobody is watching even though everybody is and that's one of the things I really like about Vegas. That anything goes vibe that makes me less self conscious then I normally would be and brave enough to do it. They were playing really good music so I dragged Mj out on the dance floor. Then, next thing I know I was up on the stage dancing my heart out. My arms were up, the confetti was falling down, the lights were bright and the only thing I cared about was making sure I didn't get nudged off the stage. I'm not a partier. I get tired by 10:00pm so going out doesn't happen a whole lot and that's fine by me. I don't have the desire or energy for all of that but that night I just went for it. I felt wild, sexy, young and full of energy. There were guys out there trying to get my attention and I may or may not have left with an extra dollar then I came there with. Little did they know my husband was right there and that I only had eyes for him. He was the cutest guy in the place. Mj makes me feel sexy all the time, but it's still a nice little confidence booster to feel wanted by other men now and then. Like, I may be getting older but I still got it!!
I have to mention this because it really freaked me out at first. While I was up there I saw the spitting image of Todd from Breaking Bad. You know, blonde blue eyed evil Todd with the deceptively boyish face? As soon as I spotted him I summoned Mj to the stage. That guy to your right looks just like Todd!! He said he noticed it before I even said anything. It was really creepy to see Mj standing there next to him. I'm not spoiling anything here but if you saw "that" episode you know what I'm talking about.
After I got over the shock of seeing Todd, I danced so long and so hard I was sweating and I started to think that I should really be getting paid. If I were on payroll I'd have been wearing a white bob wig, a bustier and the little black bootie shorts to match the Haze go go dancers and in that moment I was feeling so hot and invincible I think I would have been okay with that. I was having so much fun but after my second "shift" of go go dancing I finally got tired. And I had to go to the bathroom. We didn't shut the club down but we made it until a very respectable 2:30am.
|The most highly suspect photos you will likely ever see on this blog; but I had to do it!!|
We walked across the street back to our hotel but not before making a pit stop at McDonald's because what's better then salty crispy french fries at 3 o'clock in the morning? Oh, a Big Mac. That's what Mj got...or was it a Quarter Pounder? Eating while under the influence is pretty nice. In my mind I like to think that those calories don't count and even though I know they really do at that moment I simply do not care so it's a 100% fun no guilt included indulgence.
I haven't stage danced since Mj and I went to Vegas 5 years ago. In my day to day life, I'm this conservative lady who works in an office, meets her girlfriends for happy hour and spends most weekends at home watching movies, but that night the other me showed up and took over. She drank vodka, danced on all night and ate french fries in bed. Then she cuddled up with her handsome husband and fell into a deep coma like sleep.
Las Vegas: Part II