What happens in Vegas...ends up in my blog Part One

So finally recovered enough to do a trip report. Nov 8th through 11th we had a long time planned trip to Vegas with me, my Mom and my two sisters. My older sister had to sadly back out. The week before the trip I was so ill and was pretty sure it wasn't ebola but was still rather worried Id not have as much fun but there was no way I was going to miss this. Here's as much as I remember...ish

Day One - Me and Mom were set to leave and she wanted me to call her at 330 when I was on my way, since I don't normally sleep the night before a trip I was already half way to her house to pick her up when I called. Mom wanted to park directly on the airport, for days I had tried to convince her off site Eco parking was better. She wasn't convinced until we actually arrived and it "appeared safe". Moms hate shady locations. Anyways we park and hop on the bus. Mind you Im in unicorn slippers and junk clothes but hey, traveling means comfort first. Seated in the front row was a man later to be identified as Adam. He was traveling for work but was going a few days early to experience Vegas. We exchanged numbers for if/when he wanted to join us since he was solo. After getting much needed coffee we board the plane.

Now remember, we are going to Vegas, which means it doesn't matter what time it is, one SHOULD start drinking on the plane. That was the plan at least, however Spirit Airlines had "forgotten" to stock everything but gin and brandy. Therefore the flight consisted of me and Mom either talking or playing games on her iPad. Not the exciting, "im drunk at 5 am start" but nice none he less. We arrive on time, just after my sister Jamie and head to meet each other. We aren't a touchy feely family but it sure was nice to see her again. IT had been over two years and really that's a long time. We head to the hotel and our very first adventure.

Upon arriving to the Golden Nugget we try to check in. The hotel sees both canceled reservations and yea not cool cause the price increased drastically. We called Vegas.com (third party we booked through) and they are all "it's fixed now". So we go back and try to check in again and the GN tells us that they rejected the booking since it was just placed and those rates weren't available. Around this time is when we saw the Bloody Mary bar, some guy named Randy bought our drinks for us so that saved about 40 bucks. My Bloody Mary had a shrimp cocktail in it and bacon (bacon bitches...worlds finest food, and I suck at being a vegetarian). mom had the waitress give her a asparagus stalk and we used it as a Christmas tree and me and Jamie got our gifts. All the shows and hotel we had planned to split was now her treat. Yea that rocks. Anyways I have Mom hand me the phone, many people are under the illusion im simple and happy and fun, what most don't realize is I am a kick ass "this is what I want to happen and you better aid me in that" sales person. So while I'm on hold for a supervisor Mom goes and gets me another Bloody Mary. Im drunk already but I got us in our room and vegas.com had to eat the 200 buck loss. The rooms just as I remember it...floor 20 room 69 (ha hahahaa). We drop our stuff off and head down to see Fremont.

We headed down towards the Burlesque Muesum and Beets coffee. I had never been exposed to burlesque and actually did not enjoy the Muesum but pretended to. This trip was about us all melding our likes together. While there some guy whose name I forgot bought me what has become the worlds best Chai Latte. Like so good I wanted to swim in it and drink my way out.

Then we headed towards the hotel but stopped at a place to get a snack and yes, another Bloody Mary before getting ready for that nights burlesque festival. Adam and I touch base and he's decided to join us after we finish eating steak and lobster (like I said, I suck at being a vegatarian) we head over to meet up with Adam as he's buying his tickets. All that's left is VIP section...darn. We find our seats and since Adam had researched burlesque we sat there and he taught me the origins and we just got to know each other...over wine of course. The show was jaw dropping amazing, I sat with Adam in VIP and my sister and Mom sat a little behind. We at first did not really know the whole "ethics" of audience reaction but we learned it fast and hours later we had made friends with a giant (6'5") bdsm master and his friend a dominatrix and the soon to be married couple near us. We were hooting and hollering at the same time and it was just a awesome experience. Burlesque dancers have this amazing confidence and style one doesn't see day in and day out. Women of all sizes just owning the stage, crowd going wild regardless if they are taking off a glove or a highly decorated bra, I finally got it, I had always been proud my sister did it (Maggie Motorboat) I saw the confidence change she had, pride in herself she had never had was now oozing out of her. Also it gave her a second family, like my skydiver friends, her burlesque friends are family, but I never thought I'd go nuts for it. Once life settles down Im so taking classes. We left for the hotel and the whole time just texting with Adam how awesome it was and coming up with burlesque names. That's day one, I've got to go for the day so I'll finish later, we all agreed it felt like we had been in Vegas for days, but it was still just hours...