Friday dawned bright n early. I packed up my bags (because the lovely bachelorettes were arriving today and I was getting out of the 3-ring hell that is Circus Circus) and took off 2 blocks to the Hilton Grand Vacations. Susie, one of our bachelorettes, has these great future in-laws who very kindly cashed in their Hilton points to get us 2 two-bedroom suites for 3 nights. Nobody was in Vegas yet, so I dropped my bag off with the bellman and headed back to the Hilton Sportsbook. My buddies from Atlanta and Kansas were already there and we set up shop. Bring on the Bloody Marys and mimosas!
I’ve never had quite so much fun watching sports as I did watching the Drake/W. Kentucky game in a sportsbook. I took Drake by 5, as did many other people, and for awhile it looked pretty dismal. THEN Drake mounted this great comeback and suddenly we were facing a possible overtime situation, which is good for someone who took Drake by 5. It was hilarious to watch the sportsbookers watch this game. It was so tense and pretty soon people are rooting for double OT and I was anxious clutching Jeff, one of my new friends from Atlanta. Good times. Ultimately, you know how it came out and I was a sad panda. I really wanted Drake to win. Ah well.
After watching the first two sessions of games, the girls started arriving and I took off. I really wanted to stay, but when you haven’t seen your friends in years you should probably go hang out with them. We immediately started mixing drinks in our suite. I poured about 1.5 shots of Jose into a glass, planning to make a tequila & tonic. I grabbed the tonic water out of the fridge and filled the glass the rest of the way. I started sipping on it and thought it tasted really strong, so I poured half of it into a second glass and filled them both up with more tonic water. Or what I thought was tonic water. Turns out someone (god knows why) had put vodka in the tonic water bottle. So I now had two tequila & vodkas. Needless to say, they both went down the drain.
We then busted out the bachelorette party favors. This one was my favorite. We decided it was to make Penis Pops, like with Kool-Aid and popsicle sticks.
I’m like the porn version of Cyrano de Bergerac.
After copious amounts of drinking and getting silly with the party favors, we hit the pool. It was a lovely time, but the hot tub just made us all drunker. So we ordered pizza because we were starving drunks and that’s what you do. 90 minutes later the pizza came, but by then we were so famished that we would’ve eaten cardboard with melted cheese on it. I was also introduced to my new favorite kind of pizza: pepperoni and pineapple. Wow, is that good shit. The tang of the pineapple and the saltiness of the pepperoni is really delicious.
After a little more drankin’ and eating pizza, we called it a night. Not too exciting, I know, but people kept arriving at different times and we just wanted to stay in and gossip and get to know each other. (The 3 bachelorettes were undergrad roommies, but not all their friends knew each other, especially me since I’m from growing up and not from college.) It was a good day.
Pep/Pine pizza is ridiculously good.