So I spent the weekend in Las Vegas. Part of the trip was really enjoyable. Another part of it really wasn’t….
The whole purpose of [The Man Now Known as The Ex] and I going down to Vegas was to hook up with my old college roommate and her boyfriend. After we made plans to do this, my old roommate, we’ll call her Jenny, decided to invite a ton of other people.
On Friday, the four of us hung out, and had a grand time. Jenny and I picked right up where we left off six years ago, and I really enjoyed my time with her. [The Man Now Known as The Ex] and her boyfriend, ‘Ted’, also got along really well, and we had a good time together. Then we started adding other people to the picture.
There were two other girls in particular, who were extremely nice at first. Then, on Saturday, they started acting really bitchy towards [The Man Now Known as The Ex] and I. They were doing high school crap like glaring, rolling their eyes and not talking to us.
After we got out of the show on Saturday night, Cirque du Soleil, we had about ten people hanging out. That’s when I noticed that no one was talking to [The Man Now Known as The Ex] and I. Thinking that I had blown this whole thing out of proportion, I asked him if he felt the same, and he said that it was blatently obvious.
[The Man Now Known as The Ex] was scheduled to leave at 6:30 am on Sunday morning. I was scheduled to leave at 3:55 pm. I kept telling [The Man Now Known as The Ex] how I was dreading Sunday, when I had the choice of hanging out with people that obviously don’t like me, or hanging out by myself. Although I usually don’t mind hanging out by myself, it was supposed to rain all day Sunday, and since this was my 7th trip to Vegas, I’ve pretty much seen all of the indoor attractions, and I don’t gamble.
So I called up Southwest and decided to come home early. It cost me $46, but it was worth every penny. I was home by 8:30 am that morning, and spent the whole day with my dog and cat, who were much better company.
The whole experience was a huge flashback to high school. Most of the people we were hanging out with were from the East Coast, and did about 2-3 outfit changes a day. They were also drinking a lot, which I was trying to say away from because of my Body for Life crusade. You could tell they really looked down on me for not dressing to the hilt and getting all sloshed.
The difference, though, was that I’m an adult now. I don’t really care what these people think about me and my casual dress, and I have the money now to get myself out of such situations. It was really empowering to leave without an explanation. All I could think was ‘Bite me’.
There were some good parts to the trip. It really wasn’t all bad. We saw two shows: Blue Man Group and Cirque du Soleil’s Mystere, which were both phenomenal shows.
We had a delicious dinner and desert at the Cheesecake Factory, which consisted of corn tamales for appetizers, Asian lettuce wraps for my entree, and Dutch Apple Carmel Streusel cheescake with whip cream on top for desert. (Body for Life gives you one free day where you can eat whatever you like, and I did just that on Saturday night!!!) Going to the Mirage’s Secret Garden was also very enjoyable, as the dolphins and an elephant really hammed it up for us. Oh, and Friday afternoon at the Treasure Island pool was divine… Until some kid laid a doodie in the pool!
Overall, though, I’m glad to be home. I’m glad I live in Reno and not in Vegas. It’s a bit too pretentious and ‘big city’ for me.