As most of you know, I travel to Vegas for Bloggers in Sin City (or #BiSC) every year.
This was the last of a five-year run.
The entire morning was spent oogling over twitter as all of the BiSCuits started to arrive in Las Vegas. Time basically stopped. Then Katherine showed up at my office and I declared “Bring Your Friends To Work Day”.
SC and I took Katherine to In-N-Out, which she ended up paying for, and then we were on the road to meet Swapp in Barstow. We picked up Swapp at the Park & Ride and listened to #thepetecast all the way to Vegas. Checked into The Orleans (Free room FTW!) at about 11:30pm and immediately hoped on the shuttle to the Flamingo. Had a drink at Center Cut Steakhouse with ~20 bloggers that I had and had not previously met. Took a cab back to The Orleans and crashed.
Woke up and packed everything back in the car. Took a ride to the Flamingo and parked. We rushed to Hash House A Go Go in The Quad (previously the Imperial Palace) and had the most delicious breakfast followed by tangerine mimosas. Tiff worked her bill-splitting magic and had us out of there in record time.
Made our way to the registration lounge (Reno Room) in the Flamingo and HOLY OVERWHELMED. All the friends and all the snacks. I wish I had gotten to play Cards Against Humanity (never played before!) with everyone. Grabbed our bags from the car & checked into our rooms. Jen (roomie) & I did distracted homework while chatting with Katherine. Back down to the Reno Room for snacks and the second LA car arrived. Wine drinking and gossiping about Maxine with Jamie, Nicole & Meghan. Holy hell, how are there so many Megans?
Back to the room for bath time (!!) and to get ready for the Welcome Mixer with the most amazing full dinner and dessert tasting at Serendipity 3 outside Caesars Palace. Yes, Frozzzen Hot Chocolate Shots. Happy Birthday, Edwin! THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE ICE BREAKERS IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD devised by Drea. Which I think was the point? 8 second hugged Tom, whom I had technically never met before BiSC, and had staring contests with Erin and Nicole. Nicole won. We bet on THE LAST frozen hot chocolate shot. But then the waiters brought more. Also, other amazing alcoholic drinks.
Slumber party powers combined in Caryn and Terra‘s room. Surprised we did not get a call from security. SO LOUD. Lessons in tying bow ties from Bradley. US Politics and other serious stuff with Brandy & many others. Nail painting. Bed Time.
POOL DAY! Skip the line like a VIfuckingP. Free drinks! Rigo the flirty, heavy-handed bartender. Panty Droppers. Bachelor party. NACHOS with Megan & Brandy. Naps where security guards think you’re dead. Flash forward to two days later when you actually might be dead.
Dinner at Planet Hollywood. Sat where the beauty queens did last year. Decidedly not my favorite buffet. COTTON CANDY. After dinner coffee and discussions with Sandra, Megan, and I don’t even remember who. Brain heavily affected by the Day Drinking. Walk to the Bellagio, pause to look at the fountain show, for Cirque Du Soleil’s “O”. First row, center balcony seating. WHATTHEACTUALFUCKWASTHATSHOWABOUT? Foggy contacts. Sleepy eyes. Full belly. Bed Time.
BRUNCH! COTTON CANDY! Shopping with Katherine, Kaci, & Megan. Mint dress which ended up being the most fabulous thing. Drinks in the food court with lovely ladies. More shopping. Met up with other BiSCuits. Funny videos in H&M. Rush back to get ready for dinner. 10 minute bathtub soak for sore feet. Apparently sexy librarian topknot + glasses? Result of not actually getting ready.
Back to the hotel to get ready for the White Party. Hair won’t curl. FUCK. Happy Hour at Center Cut Steakhouse. 65 people getting married at once, apparently. Pictures galore from outsiders. Get out of here, you’re not VIfuckingP. Terrible looks from jealous bitches. Sparkling Sunsets. Basically champagne mixed with actual hard liquor. Basically: DRUNK. GLITTER COCAINE. somuchfuckingglitter.
EXCLUSIVE White Party on the roof of PURE in Caesars Palace. Not that exclusive. Crashers. Someone’s bra came off. Motorboating. After party at The Act in the Venetian. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT PERFORMANCE ON STAGE? BONDAGE69CHICKENSEX. Chafed legs from walking everywhere in a dress. Fountain jump with Katherine. Margaritaville CLOSES?!? Crashed the bachelor party. Boys don’t care where they blow their cigar smoke. Choking. Girl talk until sunrise with Katherine & Kaci. Shower. Bed.
Woke up 5 minutes before brunch. RUSH. Ran downstairs. Grab food & cry into plate. Crawdad. Nearly empty cocaine glitter vial returned by Megan. Glitter still everywhere. Speeches. ONION CHOPPING. Ran up to room to check out before 12. More
crying… I mean, ONIONS. Not saying goodbye. In-N-Out with nearly everyone. First time consuming the heart attack that is animal fries. In-N-Out cup baby onesie. SWOON BABIES. Last NOT goodbyes. Sobs. Neon Museum. Signs, not actually 80′s attire. Drive home. DUCKS! All the serious conversations. Transition back to real life.
DEAD and CRYING.
HACKING and HANGOVER DEAD.
stay tuned for more on the contents of the gift bag. #BiSC Haul?