Sorry I'm taking so long to blog about the trip

I got back from Vegas and started school the next day. And there's a lot more homework than I expected.

Here are a few highlights from 80s Workout Video Extras night:

We were mistaken for Fannypack. I thought they meant this Fannypack:

Apparently, they were referring to this Fannypack:

I guess that's fair. I don't know why I immediately thought they were talking about the singers of the hit song Cameltoe. Maybe I was feeling self-conscious about the hot pink tights and short shorts. We thought about choreographing a dance routine to be performed at the nearest lounge, but I forget why we never got around to it. Probably because we're not contestants on America's Best Dance Crew for a reason.

Our next highlight was trying to buy drinks at the bar. I'm guessing because we were dressed like fools, it gave the bartenders license to totally ignore us. We eventually got drinks after I yelled that we had been standing there for 10 minutes and were guests at the hotel. Needless to say, those a-holes did not get a tip.

We headed over to Mermaids where we knew we would be served and the waitress who got us bombed last year remembered us. Imagine that. Makin' friends! She brought us several drinks and we continued to lunge and stretch our way up and down Fremont Street posing for pictures with and for whoever wanted them.

That's all for now, I'm tired. Hopefully, I'll get to the rest of the trip sooner rather than later.

edited to add:

Oh! We lost Gabe that night! We went to cash in our nickels at Mermaids (I know, who doesn't have ticket machines these days?) and for some reason, Gabe thought we left them. He had no pockets (and therefore no phone) and had wandered over to the Third Street Stage to watch the 80s cover band which included fake Rod Stewart, Robert Plant, Stevie Wonder, Pat Benetar/Joan Jett (I like how they're interchangeable) and Ringo Starr (what?). For some reason, he thought we'd end up there, but he thought wrong. We went back to the hotel and watched from our window for him and saw him strolling down the street confidently. Way too confidently for a guy dressed like he was, but he later told us that that's really the only way to walk when everyone's staring at you and the rest of your equally hideous partners in crime aren't with you. He immediately put pants on, but stripped back down to the shorts when Jose arrived and joined in on the fun.

OK, I think that's all for tonight.