Vegas - The Third Installment

Let this first picture serve as the banner for the whole weekend. Absolute shock and awe! Did I really just witness all the events of the last 24 hours? Youbetcha!

Without further delay, here comes the rest of the story. We were at... the bar was empty... After we got a few drinks in us and loosened up a bit, we got a bit more adventurous. We, meaning Holly. It was kind of like we were chillin' at our table, dancing, talking amongst ourselves, and we sent Holly out to be our bait. Although, that woman needed no coaxing from any of us... it was ALL HER. And we love her for being wild and crazy and downright embarrassing, because without her, we probably would have left the bar shortly after we'd arrived, and not had a whole hell of a lot of fun that night. I'm not quite sure how much time had passed, but at one point, I turned around and realized the bar was packed. Maybe it was in between the multiple trips to the potty in the Flamingo!? Ok, so I have to relay a side note here. And bear with me because I'm lettin' it all hang out (no pun intended). All I have to say is that the woman (and I know it was a woman) who designed crotchless Spanx is a frickin' genius. Keep in mind - not just Spanx, but crotchless Spanx. Let's be honest girls...There is nothing worse than being tipsy (or stone-cold sober for that matter) when you realize you have to pee and the thought of having to peel your girdle off, do your business, and then squeeze your ass back into the girdle is just more than you can handle! Jesus, I'm tired just thinking about it. With crotchless Spanx, you just drop your trousers or lift up your skirt, hold the opening apart (much like a guy in his tidy whities) and go. I think I went pee 15 times that night just because it was so convenient!
Back to Holly... She is a wild woman. Each time we left for the bathroom, she told the security guards that we were coming back so they could be sure and frisk her upon re-entry. The picture above is of her and her favorite security guy of the evening. At first when he grabbed her, I thought he was seriously cuffing her... then I saw the looks on their faces and realized they were both enjoying it. I won't tell you about everything else she was doing (like reaching into the pockets of every guy within a 25 foot radius and asking them for cigarettes) because she might not want me to divulge that kind of info.... **Enter me: whistling, acting innocent**
Judging from the look on her face, it was good for her, too. Check out that ass in the background... no, not mine.... the blue one. Note: that was the third great ass of the evening. More on him and his sidekick in a minute.

NOT a gratuituous shot of hot bartender with fake peni

NOT a gratuitous shot of said bartender enjoying holding two heads in his lap

A nice little pic of me and the aftermath of the BJ

The picture above is of Holly, Shorty the security guard, Auri and Lisa. Shorty was just one of the many men acosted by Holly that night. So anyway... we're having a good time, dancing, talking, singing to Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me," and Holly reeled in a group of boys from Long Island (now say it with me, Luong Eyeland). The three of them are in the picture below, from left to right, Dave, Mark and Andy. Dave and Mark are cops, and Andy is a NYC fire fighter. We now lovingly refer to them collectively as the New York boys. Here comes the part of the story where I introduce the second great ass of the evening. Let me just say this... if I had to pick one ass to hold onto for the rest of my life, I would choose Andy's. I think I (along with the rest of the girls - minus Odum, but not because he didn't yearn to) grabbed Andy's ass at least 25 times in that four hour time frame.
These three boys were a ton of fun, although, I have to say, I didn't get to know them as well as some of the rest of the group did. That's only because I was so distracted by the two guys walking around the bar in their hideous wigs, giant sunglasses, and '70s leisure suits. Who the hell were these two, and were they for real? Naturally, I grabbed the two of them the first chance I got and asked them to pose with me. Being the attention-whores they are, they very willingly obliged. All I can say is the looks on their faces were sooo dirty. Auri referred to them in her blog as the '70s porn stars... I hate to say the same thing, but how can anyone argue with the label?
We came to know the boys as Starsky and Hutch, and although they skirted around the bar and got molested by countless women, they kept coming back to our table to chill. How can anyone blame them? Hello! I mean, come on... you've got two girls who give BJs in public. Who wouldn't want to party with us?! We closed out the party at the bar sometime around 1:30 or so and headed to the piano bar inside the Flamingo. Why, I don't know, I was just going with the flow. I think it's because the bar was right next to the bathrooms, and since we had spent so much time in there, that seemed like the next logical stop in our travels.
At this point in the night, Holly was three sheets to the wind/loaded/drunk/completely oblivious to the world, so they decided to take her back to the hotel. We hung out at the piano bar for a while (Auri, Starsky, Hutch, and I) thinking that the whole group headed back, but when we got up to leave, we realized Odum, Noelle and Lisa were right behind us chillin' with the New York boys. The four of us headed out (mostly due to the fact that I was getting nauseous and needed some air) and I think they all stayed behind and hung out for a while.
I needed water and strangely, none of the little convenience stores along the Strip were open, so we headed back into the casino. Somehow we went from the Flamingo, out and around, and back into the Flamingo. I'm still trying to figure that one out... but it was freezing and I didn't feel well, and may have still been tipsy, so give me a break. The four of us grabbed seats at the bar, got a drink (water for me) and hung out for a few.

Ok, I'm ending here. It's late, I have a cold, and I need some sleep. Hope you've all laughed again... more to come tomorrow!

P.S. While in the piano bar, Starsky and Hutch took off their wigs and glasses and introduced themselves to us as Mike and Greg, brothers from Missouri. More on them later...