Because we enjoyed our Night Train Spritzers after midnight, we technically opened STBE with the official drink of the Gaucho Pep Band (drink slogan: "If you didn't know it was Night Train, you'd think it was good!").
Bringin' some class to the Palace!
You should know that in order to make this drink, we had to buy Sprite from the Pussycat Dolls sundry shop that plays Pussycat Dolls videos 24/7 and sells Ed Hardy clothing AND alcohol. D-bags have their own liquor now! We asked the guy at the counter if he enjoyed listening to the Pussycat Dolls nonstop and he told us he was over it after a couple of days. He also said he liked the Ed Hardy shit, so he lost major points there.
Anyhoo, fast forward to Friday morning, we woke up and watched trash on TV (Maury! Maury! Maury!) and checked out at 12 (I called for a late checkout so we wouldn't have to rush) and walked across the street where a Deuce was waiting for us.
We hopped on with our luggage and were immediately amused by the bus driver's old timey gangster accent. Every time he announced a stop, I would repeat it and say, "we're gonna stop at da Riviera, shee!" while wiggling an imaginary cigar by my mouth. These old ladies wanted to get to the outlet mall, and Mike and I couldn't stop laughing when he gave them transfer instructions. "You're gonna cross da street, shee! Then you're gonna go behind da old Denny's, shee! Then you're gonna get on da 109, shee! Thank you for riding.....the-Deuce!"
Anyhoo, by the time we got to the Fremont Street Experience stop, we were starving and talking about how we were gonna go get some food, shee! We tried checking in at Binion's, but apparently, they don't allow you to check in early. We did, however, arrange for our rooms to be put close together. After we got that all worked out, we checked our bags at the Bell Desk and went off in search of food, which, since we were lazy, ended up being McDonald's at the Plaza.
After that, we found some cheap cocktails and penny slots and hung out for a few hours until we noticed that it was 3pm. We checked in and went upstairs to inspect our deluxe rooms. After comparing the mismatched linens and TVs, we decided to take a nap until 5. I tried to connect to some WiFi networks, but couldn't get an internet connection, so I gave up and watched the People's Court. After our 5pm deadline, we cut out the CD covers (see what you miss out on when you don't go?) for the official soundtrack of STBE '09 and watched crap on TV until the Shooters arrived.
Upon the arrival of the Shooters, we decided to go get some dinner since it wouldn't be until 9 or 10 until the arrival of the next guests. We went over to the Fremont where I had a $5.99 steak dinner, the Shooters had the all-you-can-eat salad bar, and Mike had some sort of Ramen with shrimp and pink fishcakes or something in it. Somehow, it was the idea of Top Ramen being the base that grossed him out. Not the bright pink "fishcakes".
Anyhoo, Binh and the Skidmores (Stephanie, her husband Brian, and his brother Dan) all arrived shortly after we finished eating, so we headed back over to Binion's to greet them. I forgot to mention that we put fliers on the doors of our hotel rooms, which confused the maid. Check it.
We all changed into our "patriotic" outfits and headed over to Mermaids where we knew we'd get a ton of drinks. Kristen (aka Kate Gosselin because of her haircut) remembered us from the past 2 STBEs and Master's Degree Madness, while another waitress who I've seen on past Vegas trips served us all Captain and Cokes while we dined on fried Twinkies.
While there, some girl accosted us and started screaming at us that we were "fucking awesome!" and "the shit." "Oh my god, I can't believe you guys are doing this! I've always wanted to do this, you're so fucking awesome!" She also said she had debated coming up to us because she wasn't sure if we were serious or not. What she also didn't realize, was that we were kind of dressing up like her.
We stayed for a while because the drink service is ridiculous there. Kate Gosselin would take our drink orders (or force shots on us), and while she was off getting our drinks, the waitress who greeted us with the Captain and Cokes would come by and take a second drink order. On a couple of occasions, they both showed up to our corner at the same time and had to re-route so they wouldn't get in trouble for serving us too much. Seriously, if you want a free drink (tip $1 a drink, I'm sure these girls get paid minimum wage), go to Mermaids, they hook it up. While it's hard to flag down a cocktail waitress at a lot of places, these people literally do force shots on you. "You guys want Kamikaze shots? OK, I'm coming back with 12 Kamikaze shots." And we never said yes! She just came back with shots! Not that we were complaining or anything, haha.
Anyhoo, I think we ended up at the Fremont, because Dan was playing craps there and Mike, Ryan, and Shooter were playing black jack and not getting served drinks. We, meanwhile, purchased some $2 Coronas and played penny slots (where we were served!) while people admired our display of "patriotism".
It sounds pretty uneventful, but we all had an awesome time.
To prove we had an awesome time, here are pictures of Mike and I activating our Sugar Twin powers, and then some sort of random butt dance during the light show:
Shooter? Binh? Gabe? Mike? Care to jump in here and add more details of our shenanigans?
Oh yeah! The Crozier Clan joined us, as well! They came in wearing Uncle Sam beards and sideburns, it was good times. Some of us chose to go with the Walmart variety of patriots (I was constantly telling people to "love it or leave it"), while others either missed the quotation marks around the word or just decided to go with the "I'm going to a 4th of July parade" brand of patriotism.
OK revelers, jump in and fill in the blanks! I'll try to recap Saturday tomorrow!
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