Vegas is somethin' else. It's a city full of energy, of excitement, of contagious wildness. It was intoxicating just being there, in the midst of crowds on the evening of December 31st.
We weren't ready to leave San Diego yet at that point, so we were pretty sullen in the bus to Vegas. It wasn't a short ride, either, and the bus was full that we had to sit separately. I had a black kid sitting beside me at the first half of the drive, and the next half to this gigantic, talkative elder man who wouldn't shut up. He just wouldn't. I was still slightly hungover (excessive drinking!), so I spent almost the whole ride sleeping. We stopped at this small town called Barstow, which consists of nothing more than open land and short-buildings and a transit centre where we grabbed a bite. I was this close to fainting, and seeing the faces of the girls, I was sure they weren't far behind me either. By the time we reached Vegas, it must have been at least 8 pm at night. I was disoriented, tired, and feeling sick to my stomach, literally.
The first thing that greeted us when we alighted at this sin city wasn't the dirty smell of cigar, or the sexy sight of roullete tables, but a full-packed bus station. Black people were everywhere, their asses at the big risk of dropping down due to their low-waist pants they were wearing. What is it with this desire to show off piece of cheap underwears? Oh, I can make a whole new entry on this subject itself, I need to stop myself now.
Our hotel was out in the boulder area, it was a typical casino-hotel. The casino was always full with middle-aged people playing slots machines. Bonnie called it a 'retirement hotel'. We were the hottest people there, yeah, because we were the only ones under sixty!
We spent the next four days exploring the Strip. With the new year looming in, Vegas was at its most crowded state.
The three of us didn't love Vegas as much as we thought we would. Looking at the pictures now though, I thought, "What didn't you like it?" and I came up empty. I didn't know why we weren't loving it as much as we were San Diego or San Francisco!
It could be the fact that we couldn't watch any shows because everything was sold out, and it could be because we weren't swimming with money that we couldn't simpy spend a hundred bucks to get inside a club for new year's eve countdown. It could be because our hotel was far away from the Strip that it took us 2 bus rides and at least forty five minutes to go back and forth between the two. It could be because walking around in the Strip with heels was tiring and waiting for cab for two hours at 3 am on a cold, chilly night wasn't much fun either.
But I guess that's just the circumstances. The city itself is crazy beautiful and only there I have seen a beer bottle so big!!!
We weren't ready to leave San Diego yet at that point, so we were pretty sullen in the bus to Vegas. It wasn't a short ride, either, and the bus was full that we had to sit separately. I had a black kid sitting beside me at the first half of the drive, and the next half to this gigantic, talkative elder man who wouldn't shut up. He just wouldn't. I was still slightly hungover (excessive drinking!), so I spent almost the whole ride sleeping. We stopped at this small town called Barstow, which consists of nothing more than open land and short-buildings and a transit centre where we grabbed a bite. I was this close to fainting, and seeing the faces of the girls, I was sure they weren't far behind me either. By the time we reached Vegas, it must have been at least 8 pm at night. I was disoriented, tired, and feeling sick to my stomach, literally.
The first thing that greeted us when we alighted at this sin city wasn't the dirty smell of cigar, or the sexy sight of roullete tables, but a full-packed bus station. Black people were everywhere, their asses at the big risk of dropping down due to their low-waist pants they were wearing. What is it with this desire to show off piece of cheap underwears? Oh, I can make a whole new entry on this subject itself, I need to stop myself now.
Our hotel was out in the boulder area, it was a typical casino-hotel. The casino was always full with middle-aged people playing slots machines. Bonnie called it a 'retirement hotel'. We were the hottest people there, yeah, because we were the only ones under sixty!
We spent the next four days exploring the Strip. With the new year looming in, Vegas was at its most crowded state.
The three of us didn't love Vegas as much as we thought we would. Looking at the pictures now though, I thought, "What didn't you like it?" and I came up empty. I didn't know why we weren't loving it as much as we were San Diego or San Francisco!
It could be the fact that we couldn't watch any shows because everything was sold out, and it could be because we weren't swimming with money that we couldn't simpy spend a hundred bucks to get inside a club for new year's eve countdown. It could be because our hotel was far away from the Strip that it took us 2 bus rides and at least forty five minutes to go back and forth between the two. It could be because walking around in the Strip with heels was tiring and waiting for cab for two hours at 3 am on a cold, chilly night wasn't much fun either.
But I guess that's just the circumstances. The city itself is crazy beautiful and only there I have seen a beer bottle so big!!!
The street in Vegas, bursting of lights and energy.
...and New York too.
More pictures here.
We certainly had eventful time there, that's for sure. Yeah, my two-hundred-dollars phone bills was definitely eventful. Dammit.
Seeing Vegas pictures leaves me feeling the most nostalgic! I wish we could have given the city more credit, I hope we can go back there one day and re-experience it again.