*6 years and counting*
Exciting! It’s a huge barbecue on campus! Free food and games! Fireworks at night. What more can you ask for? Fun fun fun!!
Went to UNLV today for a mock first day–my first day is tomorrow! Wanted to find my classes and David’s ones too, then we went to the bookstore and nearly fainted at the total costs for my books! Other than that, we’re excited about school!
Note to self: wear comfortable shoes, maybe walking shoes! Classes are far from each other! Also, “caffeinate” before going to campus and “caffeinate” while on campus–thank jebus we have a Starbucks and Cofee Bean and Tea Leaf on campus!!
A couple of months ago, David and I decided to take his niece and her boyfriend, who were visiting, for a booze filled trip to the Las Vegas strip. We decided to localize our area, since the strip has a ton of things going on. Our main goal was to see the fountains at Bellagio, but we left our night free for a “whatever happens, happens” kind of night.
Of all the shenanigans that occurred that night, the most interesting happened at the Paris hotel and casino. It was about 1am by the time we got there and our goal was to visit at least one hotel bar and try their special drinks or secret drinks–all bars have one, just ask. We visited about 4 hotel bars by the time we got to Paris; all four of us were pretty much intoxicated and letting the Las Vegas nightlife guide us. And guide us it did.
We walked into Paris stumbling as we attempted to dance hand in hand while singing some top 40 song that was playing throughout the casino. It probably wasn’t a pretty sight, but it did get the attention of four Canadian men and a newly engaged German couple. We somehow all started to form a mini group of drunkards attempting to look cool as we sang and danced like our lives dependent on it. After that mayhem, we all ended up at the same hotel bar where we naturally decided to join our groups together. It surely was a night to remember and those Canadian’s kept buying us round of drinks until 7 am.
At first the conversations were filled with some sort of innocence and dignity, but as the night went on things started to get a bit sexual and all morals went our the door. Before I go off on the highlights of the night, I will provide the only picture we took that night before things started to get heavy; it’s from David’s here is the only deactivated Tumblr and my comment afterwards:
-Yelling some Canadian word that was equivalent to “cheers”
-One of the guys hooking up with a prostitute in the hotel bathroom—we could of sworn she was some random girl, but he came back and said that their tryst cost him $100
-Upon hearing that David and I were gay, they decided to show us their butts for our opinions and saying that they loved that we weren’t afraid to be out and open, which was nice
-German couple leaving and coming back wasted on cocaine, which they offered, but we declined
-Yelling some German word that was equivalent to “cheers”
-Flirting and a lot of it
-The Canadian guy in the picture hinting he wanted to experience some gay fun, while rubbing his bulge on our legs
-Same guy from above giving David neck kisses, which David detested
-All the males describing their penises with hints of going to their room at the Paris, which never happened
-Talks of sex and hinting who should be bottom and a top—apparently, the Canadians would all bottom
-Bartender cutting us off or at least hinting it by giving us water instead of booze
-Drunken sayings that was repeated throughout the night: “We love Germans,” “Fuckin’ Canadians” (because they didn’t want us to pay for our drinks), “I love Gay people,” and something in French and German.
The night ended because one of the guys was getting chummy with David’s niece and her boyfriend was having not of it. We left with plans to meet at the Aria for more drinks the next night, but we decided not go. To be honest, one of easily could have gotten carried away with all those sexual advances and innuendos, but remember we’re classy people. The goal of going out is to get to know people and experience; sex is just a bonus and not something you have to give up because someone wants it—no matter how nice they are or if they bought rounds upon rounds of drinks.
…and they only raised my rent $12.00–exciting! I love my neighborhood in Henderson, NV and it’s very suburban and it’s only a 30 minute drive (side streets) to the Las Vegas strip and UNLV. I was afraid that our rent was going to jump $40 – $50 like our last renewal.
The only picture I have of the outside of our apartment is this tree that is right by the front patio–there was a time last year that I obsessed over it, David thinks the tree smells like spit! Also, we live above our garage, so we don’t have to worry about noise and our neighbor is a business man who only uses his apartment half the year–a nice guy. And the office ladies are so nice and the night security guards (we have like four) are nice, but they liter!