We slept in on Sunday (well, kinda) and went to the champagne brunch at the Main Street Station. My goal was to get Mike's sister Erin deucefaced, and in the process of doing that, I got TOTALLY deucefaced. I seriously don't drink that much. I have a beer at lunch with Mike once a week and that's about it, so it doesn't take much to get me deucefaced.
I had several mimosas with brunch, and I also had two champagne floats, which are exactly what you think they are: champagne and ice cream. DELICIOUS!
After we were done getting deucefaced on champagne served to us by a disapproving waitress, we headed over to the California where we commandeered a craps table. I lost $36 and only got one drink! We then went back to the Nugget where I used a drink coupon to get a beer from a rude bartender.
I insisted that our group go to the Atomic Liquors...Kim will take over from here...OK, Kim will not take over from here. She says she left, so she can't be responsible for it. Anyhoo, Atomic Liquors is an awesome local bar that I've wanted to go to for at least three years now and we finally went. They served Busch beer in cans for $1.25! Mark the bartender poured free shots for me and Mike, and we played pool and took over the jukebox. Mark did not like our song selections, though I did see him rocking out almost the entire time we were there. Half the group left to hit up the shark pool at the Nug and the rest of us stayed for a few more songs on the jukebox and bought tallboys to go (yes, the bar is that awesome!).
On the way Atomic Liquors, we passed the Western Hotel and Casino and said we wanted to go there later. It had a sign bragging about $1 craps and $2 blackjack. Needless to say, half of our group ended up at the Western playing blackjack for what seemed like forever. I was totally deucefaced and couldn't do any math, so Jose was telling me how to bet. I think I lost about $30 or $40, but we played for a long time and had fun.
We finally made our way back to the hotel and were like, "should we dress up?" Mike had gone to the strip with Erin and was apparently in his Mr. Furley outfit. We got dressed and made our way up and down Fremont Street, but no one really seemed to care that we were dressed up at all. We chalked it up to it being the summer of the 70s (there's a theme every year on Fremont Street and that was it). People probably thought we were dressed up for that.
We were pretty tired and a lot of us called it a night relatively early. We had started drinking (heavily) at 11am, so it was a miracle that we were standing upright at all.
I woke up at about 10 this morning to pack and felt pretty refreshed. No hangover, no nothin'. Mike went to McDonalds and got breakfast for us and we all sat and watched Maury give paternity test results.
All in all, we had a great weekend. I was worried about the large group, but it was a really good mix of people and we all had a lot of fun together. We're considering making Red hat Ladies a permanent theme because it was such a big hit.
Until next year, we're out!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday!
I'll start with what I wrote fairly early on Sunday about Saturday's adventures, then I'll do a separate post for Sunday's shenanigans...Here we go!
Saturday was awesome. I went to the pool earlier with Kim and Claire and used the awesome waterslide that goes through a shark tank. We’re pretty sure there was a dead shark in the bottom of the tank. Anyhoo, while there, these two girls who are the spawn of the devil followed me around the pool splashing me. We moved to the other side of the pool and they followed! Finally, I yelled, “I will hit a child!” and splashed a large amount of water in their faces and left the pool.
Later on, we got ready for Mike’s fancy steak dinner at the Binion’s steakhouse. It was really nice up there, but the service was hella slow. It was super quiet in there, too, making our conversations especially inappropriate and out of place.
After dinner, we put on our red hat lady best and hit the town. We were famous! We posed for so many pictures, we decided that next year, we’re bringing business cards directing people to send pictures they take with us to a soon-to-be-created stbe.org email address. I’ll post some pictures of our awesomeness so you can see what I’m talking about. We didn’t get invited up into any nightclubs, but we were clearly the main attraction on Fremont Street last night.
Kim says I need to mention that we were a walking dance party. Everywhere we went, we would end up dancing for a huge crowd of appreciative revelers. Seriously, in Vegas, you walk ten feet and a new song is playing, so it was a constant red hat lady dance party. I'll add some pictures to these posts later, because I have almost three hours until my plane takes off. I don't have too many action shots on my camera because Mike's mom was acting as our official photographer this weekend.
Oh, I don't know how I forgot to mention the end of the night. When we got tired of being accosted by tourists for pictures, we ducked into different casinos and gambled for a bit. At one point, some of our group took over entire blackjack tables. Jose would just be walking around in his outfit and hit up a roulette table to make some bets like nothing strange was going on. At about 3:30, I called it a night and let the other red hat ladies finish gambling. I wanted to be rested up for my birthday because I planned on being hella deucefaced (and was I ever!).
Anyhoo, when I got back to my room, Gabe was in there along with Jessie and Mario. They were locked out of their room because Otto and Daisy locked the deadbolt. They called the front desk who informed them that security locked the door because it had been left unattended with the door wide open. They sent security up again, and the deadbolt was unlocked. Unfortunately, they had also put the chain on the door, so maintenance had to come and snap the chain. When the door was finally opened, we walked in and saw Otto passed the deuce out. Jessie and Mario had been screaming and yelling and calling his phone to no avail. He had gotten trashed earlier and went and called our favorite waitress at Mermaids "Kate Gosselin." Now, we call her that amongst ourselves because of her unfortunate haircut, we don't call her that to her face. When Otto ran up and yelled, "hey! It's Kate Gosselin, you guys! She's right here!" she did not look amused. We pretended we had no idea what he was talking about and excused ourselves from the establishment.
Anyhoo, back to the Otto story. When Jessie and Mario got in, they tried again to wake him up, even slapping him. He woke up briefly and spit on himself. We have no idea where Daisy was, which was fine. "She was trouble," to quote Ryan. I guess he ended up sleeping and peeing in the bathtub at some point that night. We're still deciding on his punishment. I think that's it. Kim will read these and edit as necessary.
Saturday was awesome. I went to the pool earlier with Kim and Claire and used the awesome waterslide that goes through a shark tank. We’re pretty sure there was a dead shark in the bottom of the tank. Anyhoo, while there, these two girls who are the spawn of the devil followed me around the pool splashing me. We moved to the other side of the pool and they followed! Finally, I yelled, “I will hit a child!” and splashed a large amount of water in their faces and left the pool.
Later on, we got ready for Mike’s fancy steak dinner at the Binion’s steakhouse. It was really nice up there, but the service was hella slow. It was super quiet in there, too, making our conversations especially inappropriate and out of place.
After dinner, we put on our red hat lady best and hit the town. We were famous! We posed for so many pictures, we decided that next year, we’re bringing business cards directing people to send pictures they take with us to a soon-to-be-created stbe.org email address. I’ll post some pictures of our awesomeness so you can see what I’m talking about. We didn’t get invited up into any nightclubs, but we were clearly the main attraction on Fremont Street last night.
Kim says I need to mention that we were a walking dance party. Everywhere we went, we would end up dancing for a huge crowd of appreciative revelers. Seriously, in Vegas, you walk ten feet and a new song is playing, so it was a constant red hat lady dance party. I'll add some pictures to these posts later, because I have almost three hours until my plane takes off. I don't have too many action shots on my camera because Mike's mom was acting as our official photographer this weekend.
Oh, I don't know how I forgot to mention the end of the night. When we got tired of being accosted by tourists for pictures, we ducked into different casinos and gambled for a bit. At one point, some of our group took over entire blackjack tables. Jose would just be walking around in his outfit and hit up a roulette table to make some bets like nothing strange was going on. At about 3:30, I called it a night and let the other red hat ladies finish gambling. I wanted to be rested up for my birthday because I planned on being hella deucefaced (and was I ever!).
Anyhoo, when I got back to my room, Gabe was in there along with Jessie and Mario. They were locked out of their room because Otto and Daisy locked the deadbolt. They called the front desk who informed them that security locked the door because it had been left unattended with the door wide open. They sent security up again, and the deadbolt was unlocked. Unfortunately, they had also put the chain on the door, so maintenance had to come and snap the chain. When the door was finally opened, we walked in and saw Otto passed the deuce out. Jessie and Mario had been screaming and yelling and calling his phone to no avail. He had gotten trashed earlier and went and called our favorite waitress at Mermaids "Kate Gosselin." Now, we call her that amongst ourselves because of her unfortunate haircut, we don't call her that to her face. When Otto ran up and yelled, "hey! It's Kate Gosselin, you guys! She's right here!" she did not look amused. We pretended we had no idea what he was talking about and excused ourselves from the establishment.
Anyhoo, back to the Otto story. When Jessie and Mario got in, they tried again to wake him up, even slapping him. He woke up briefly and spit on himself. We have no idea where Daisy was, which was fine. "She was trouble," to quote Ryan. I guess he ended up sleeping and peeing in the bathtub at some point that night. We're still deciding on his punishment. I think that's it. Kim will read these and edit as necessary.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Greetings, STBE X fans!!!
I refuse to pay for internet access, so I finally got myself over to the Krispy Kreme. Here's a wrapup of what happened yesterday (note: I wrote this and saved it to Word):
Vegas Day One:
I had to work today and booked my flight assuming my schedule would be the same as last session, but they gave me an extra class. As a result, I would not have as much time as I initially thought, so I had to make a super-secret deal with someone we’ll call K-Dawg to drop me off at the airport right after class got out.
I made it to the airport with just enough time to grab food and coffee before boarding the plane. When I landed, I lucked out and got a shuttle right away and it took less than an hour for me to get in, which is good for a shuttle. Upon arrival at the Nug’, I checked in and requested a room near Mario and Ryan, who had checked in a few hours before.
Mike, Stephen, Ryan and I gathered in our room to show off our fabulous theme night outfits before the boys took off to the pool. I stayed behind to wait for Mario and Otto to return from a booze run and am currently waiting for Kim to show up.
This is the most boring Vegas update ever for sure, but trust me, it’s about to get awesome! Now if only I had wifi…
Oh man. Snowbirds night was a HIT! We posed for pictures with so many people it was ridiculous! Toward the end of the night, some girl spotted us from the balcony of some club and sent her friend down to invite us up. Needless to say, once we determined it wouldn’t cost us any money, we went up and immediately became the main attraction. People were freak-dancing with us and everything. It was totally bizarre. All these people were hella dressed up trying to look all cool and we were dressed up like old people. I really don’t know what to say. It was hysterical. The exact words of the friends Susie (the girl who spotted us) were, “my friend likes the looks of you…and wants to know if you'll come and join her!” Man, we are so awesome!
I’ve had a long day, so I’m off to bed. More adventures await us tomorrow! If people thought Snowbird night was out of control, look out for Red Hat Lady night!!!
Kim here. I can't believe Ginger didn't mention Escape: The Journey Tribute Band, which was the start of our Fremont Street Experience, before our indecent proposal to join Susie. Fake Journey were committed to playing the entire Journey catalog, which meant that they were playing deep album cuts, and the "Grammy nominated in 1996, but I think it should have won" power ballad "When You Love a Woman." (Google it.) Also, Fake Steve Perry had a penchant for wearing shirts that were just not quite long enough for his torso. He needs to take care of that.
Thanks, Kim! Expect more awesome updates as the weekend progresses! We were pretty subtle last night compared to our red hat lady outfits, so tonight is going to be out of control (tm Regis Philbin).
Vegas Day One:
I had to work today and booked my flight assuming my schedule would be the same as last session, but they gave me an extra class. As a result, I would not have as much time as I initially thought, so I had to make a super-secret deal with someone we’ll call K-Dawg to drop me off at the airport right after class got out.
I made it to the airport with just enough time to grab food and coffee before boarding the plane. When I landed, I lucked out and got a shuttle right away and it took less than an hour for me to get in, which is good for a shuttle. Upon arrival at the Nug’, I checked in and requested a room near Mario and Ryan, who had checked in a few hours before.
Mike, Stephen, Ryan and I gathered in our room to show off our fabulous theme night outfits before the boys took off to the pool. I stayed behind to wait for Mario and Otto to return from a booze run and am currently waiting for Kim to show up.
This is the most boring Vegas update ever for sure, but trust me, it’s about to get awesome! Now if only I had wifi…
Oh man. Snowbirds night was a HIT! We posed for pictures with so many people it was ridiculous! Toward the end of the night, some girl spotted us from the balcony of some club and sent her friend down to invite us up. Needless to say, once we determined it wouldn’t cost us any money, we went up and immediately became the main attraction. People were freak-dancing with us and everything. It was totally bizarre. All these people were hella dressed up trying to look all cool and we were dressed up like old people. I really don’t know what to say. It was hysterical. The exact words of the friends Susie (the girl who spotted us) were, “my friend likes the looks of you…and wants to know if you'll come and join her!” Man, we are so awesome!
I’ve had a long day, so I’m off to bed. More adventures await us tomorrow! If people thought Snowbird night was out of control, look out for Red Hat Lady night!!!
Kim here. I can't believe Ginger didn't mention Escape: The Journey Tribute Band, which was the start of our Fremont Street Experience, before our indecent proposal to join Susie. Fake Journey were committed to playing the entire Journey catalog, which meant that they were playing deep album cuts, and the "Grammy nominated in 1996, but I think it should have won" power ballad "When You Love a Woman." (Google it.) Also, Fake Steve Perry had a penchant for wearing shirts that were just not quite long enough for his torso. He needs to take care of that.
Thanks, Kim! Expect more awesome updates as the weekend progresses! We were pretty subtle last night compared to our red hat lady outfits, so tonight is going to be out of control (tm Regis Philbin).
Sunday, August 1, 2010
T-shirts
I tweeted about our need for t-shirts on the cheap and Chris from Scrappy Music replied and gave us a great quote. We need to order 24 shirts in order to meet the minimum order number, so if I haven't heard from you, I assume you're too cheap to pay for a shirt.
As a result, we're opening up orders for people who can't make the trip. If you want a shirt, email me at ginger@stbe.org with your size. The shirts will look like the royal blue shirt on the right of the page. Shirts will be about $16 each.
As a result, we're opening up orders for people who can't make the trip. If you want a shirt, email me at ginger@stbe.org with your size. The shirts will look like the royal blue shirt on the right of the page. Shirts will be about $16 each.
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