I had high hopes for Sin City... but, I mainly spent the weekend choking on second hand smoke and feeling terribly old.
Ummmmm, people smoke indoors in Las Vegas. How come no one told me this? I was incredulous, walking around all weekend wondering aloud "how can people be allowed to smoke inside?" and "does everyone in this town smoke?"
We attended a male revue... against our will, I might add. I am pretty convinced that our bachlorette was the only one there without a tiara, lingerie and a blow up doll.
Let me just sum up the experience by sharing a scene from the evening:
An Australian "dancer" jumps up on a nearby table and pours a beer all over himself. He jumps down from the table and approaches us.
I am in a panic that either he or the beer dripping from his body (which we are convinced is carrying the herpes virus) will touch us. I begin to scream and scramble to seek cover under the table as the bachlorette screams at me "never show them fear!!"
I did enjoy the hell out of bloody marys by the pool though...
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