Viva Las Vegas!!!

Spon·ta·ne·ous adj

1. Resulting from internal or natural processes, with no apparent external influence
2. Arising from natural impulse or inclination, rather than from planning or in response to suggestions from others
3. Naturally unrestrained or uninhibited
4. Growing without cultivation
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Preface: Tuesday, Christine calls Caitlin, decides a weekend getaway to St. George would be a much-needed break from reality. full of sun and relaxation. Megan, but no one else welcomed this idea. Fast-forward to Friday evening in the Kappa Kitchen where the ladies decide, and make a pact to extend the trip to include a night of thrills in Vegas aka the dirty dirty. Plan was to drive back to St. George and stay the night. We also made a bet…whoever could kiss the most boys, would be named Lady Luck.

1100-Senior Brunch

145- on the road to St. George

300- Make calls to vegas.com to try to book hotel room so we could just play in a fancy pool all day Sunday. No luck thanks to boxing fight occurring the same weekend. Procede to call Mr. B. Jennings, useless as well. Everything either, A. Full or B. more than our college girl budget allotted.

330- (roughly around Nephi) “small person” sighting riding on trike-motorcycle.

515-Arrive in St. George.

530- Sitting on lawn in front of condo with lack of key. Phone calls, climbing in storage unit to locate hide-a-key. Thankful for neighbor Betty, who luckily owns keys to unit 38. Caitlin and Megan run to Target for supplies, then next door to Lowes for replication of key. New friends = Jeff the cashier at target. Erik at Lowes, the handy key maker who was on his second marriage the first ending in a cheating wife…broken heart.

645-Decide 100% to head to Vegas, quickly transform into an unstoppable threesome (sexy, yet refined).

710-Head to the city full of …sin. (what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas except in the case of a blog).

730 Vegas time(830 Utah time) arrive at final destination. Decide to park in mirage garage, central location.
Walked to margaritaville to place our name on the list for dinner. Head to sephora to put on perfume, look at pretty new lipglosses, reapply makeup and fix car-ride hair. Chatted up the boys who give out entrance passes to the clubs and grabbed three to: Pure nightclub, Moon in the PALMS, Tao, and The Bank in the Bellagio. He took my phone number to “put us on the list”, sketchy but worth the risk. He then preceded to let us know he “worked off of tips” and then awkwardly stared at us. We managed to give him 5 one dollar bills. Thanks dude! Along the way to sephora stop at the FLAMINGO for $0.99 margaritas(One for Caitlin, two for stine). We then headed back to Margaritaville (brief detour, firefighter picture) where Stine enjoyed a $9.00 dixie cup of Mango margarita before we sat at our table for some enjoyable grub. This food came at a much needed time since we were all starting to drag. After food, we headed back out to “paint the town red”. We decided we would make The BANK our club of choice. But first, since it was only 1020, we headed back for another $0.99 margarita and some gambling at the Flamingo. We decided to try to “make some bank”. Why? Because it was cheap. Caitlin immediately made friends with three older men from Washington D.C. at the roulette table. Mike, one of the men, let Caitlin be in charge of choosing his numbers. She did well, for a bit but ended up losing in the long run. We got tired of this and headed for $0.25 slots. We each stuck $5.00, got little to no thrill from this and decided it was time to dance!!! Caitlin catches the eye of a nicely dressed man with a $5.00 bill in his hand. She wanted to stick it in the slots and win some money for the man. Turns out he is from Italia, and has a friend with him. (oh great, I smell trouble). Giovanni and Johnathan. They immediately latched onto us and wanted to hit up the discothèque with us lovely ladies. All five of us walked arm in arm, appreciating fine designer labels, an offer for “anything from Tiffany’s for a kiss” to Christine, and much hilarity. We tried to tell them we were heading home, but to no avail, we had itailians. We embraced our new friends and headed to The BANK. We were hoping that our tickets would enable us to get in, while leaving our friends in the line. The plan…WORKED! After a few minutes in the club, our trip to the bathroom without tipping the nice lady (sorry!), a few dance moves, another added “friend” we left. Ouch, feet hurting (because of the footwear choice worn by Megan and Christine) we all hobbled back toward the car. Megan unsatisfied by THE BANK, REALLY wanted to go to the MOON in the Palms. Hello, the roof was retractable!!! The trouble lied in the fact that the two other ladies REALLY just wanted to head home, because by the time we all made it back to the car with blisters and sore feet, it was 1230 Vegas time. With a drive through the canyon ahead, getting on the road was the most logical idea. Megan was determined, and because Caitlin and especially Christine are good friends they finally gave in and the girls stepped on it and headed to the club, shooting to get in and out by one ish. It didn’t take long to get to the PALMS, we found a killer parking spot near the entrance, which was conveniently located by the door to the club, and made it into MOON in only a few minutes. The bouncer was very suspicious of Christine’s ID…hmm. Looks just like her. We got to enjoy two clubs for the “price” of one(free 99), great music mix, fun people, AMAZING Vegas view, and Bunny waitresses. This was such a fantastic idea, Our hurting feet didn’t hurt as badly because this was our Vegas destiny. We can’t forget to add the “hot lady” ahead of us on the escalator. Who knows how old she was, but her butt was out and she lifted her skirt and sensually rubbed it causing our dinner to come back up into our throats (ahhhh, Vegas). We again made friends with some fellas in a Reserved booth (mostly so we could get a sweet picture of the city skyline), and chatted up Greg and co. They were here to enjoy a weekend for a bachelor party. Greg (married) didn’t necessarily know the bachelor, but wasn’t going to pass up a chance to get out of Ohio. And let us know he was a cop, and didn’t condone drinking and driving. He also invited us to share their suite at the Palms so we didn’t have to drive home so late. No thanks Greg, and as we left to go shake our “groove thangs”, Cait dipped her left boob into a nice mans drink, probably subconsciencly needing to cool off. Ooh, can’t forget the mad hottie who tried to keep up with Megan on the dance floor. We decided we’d had enough fun for one night and once again hobbled to the car. We got on the road back to St. George @ 1:26, 2:26 Utah time. A quick drive, singing, expensive gas in Mesquite and we were back to our temporary abode, the Mesas. As all three of us climbed into the queen bed we remembered our “bet”. Hands down, the winner was Ms. Caitlin James. She got to gamble someone else’s money, stole kisses from Italians (just on the cheek), and pretty much made friends everywhere we went. She will now, forever, or until our net Vegas adventure hold the title of “Lady Luck”. Ahhh, the joys of being young, blonde, and oh so beautiful. We are however thankful for this gift, worried what will happen when it’s gone, and realize we are “livin the dream”.




HIGHLIGHTS:
Christine ate an entire pack of gum.
No napping
Incredible time
Ride to Vegas was full of celine belting, which caused a bit of hoarseness
Danger driving due to sun
Caitlin quote: while singing, “I can sing the best when my throat up open because its late at night”.
Engagement ring
Scipio gas station
Laying by the pool
Knowing people everywhere(4 year old who lives on Yermo).
While leaving home, locate hide-a key that was there the whole time.