But no, it really is pathetic that two-thirds of my Vegas pictures are gone.
Really good ones too! Lots of boob grabbing and drunkeness, as well as one shot that was going to make for some great incendiary humour here at Marnie's World. I won't elaborate any more than saying it involved Kanye West and an empty pocket, and it was going to be great. And now it's gone! Shocking! I'm not going to get into how it happened or how I nearly cried, but I will say that I hate technology, and that nothing beats a good old fashioned printed photo. The end.
Looking on the bright side, I've got an entire 64MB card's worth of photos left, so all is not lost. There will be plenty more coming care of my fabulous friends, but for now I think you've all waited long enough, so it's time to post what I've got left!!
Let's start from the beginning.
I'm going to spare you the gory details about how I sat in the Philadelphia airport from 4am to nearly 4pm on the Monday that I left waiting for a USAir flight that could finally take my stand-by ass! Or how I ultimately ended up dropping a somewhat crazy amount of money on a one-way flight via Southwest because that was a much better option than missing the first day of my vacation. Or how USAir then had no idea where my bag was. Nope. I'll spare you all that. It's not a pretty story.
But thanks to the magic of Southwest and their 5 empty seats, I got my show on the road. After a quick stop in Pittsburgh, I finally was able to settle in and snooze my way to Vegas.
I got there at a reasonable 6:15pm, and much to my delight, my bag was indeed there waiting for me. Result! Once at the hotel, I immediately forgot about all my troubles and settled myself in for a night of excess boozing, beginning at the Baccarat Bar.
First picture of the evening, while everyone is still coherent. Just wait 'til the champagne starts flowing.
Sam and I, acting like like the prim and proper ladies that we obviously are.
Richie looks scared to death in this photo. Can't say I blame him.
A thorn between 2 roses.
I look naked in this one. How approprié.
Like something straight out of a magazine.
Then we headed into Fontana Bar then for some live music and all that...
With one of the many Simons in my life.
Remember I said about the champagne flowing? Well, it's starting.
Elmo's face would suggest that he's not happy to have me on his lap... but his actual lap says otherwise. ;-)
Onto Caramel lounge for some more ridiculousness...
Strictly dance fever.
Well Richie looks less frightened in this photo, but I fear the booze is beginning to take its toll on me because I look like shizz.
It's obvious that no one wants me on their lap!
All my female readers are likely going to have to change their knickers after seeing this photo.
Not quite sure what's going on here. Doesn't look like Mondo knows either.
I need to start practicing a new picture face.
Oh, would you look at that? A photo of me kissing Mini! How original!
'Ooh look at us singing the song' ...Pathetic.
Someone said we look like brother and sister in this photo. An extremely hot brother and sister, obvs.
I laugh out loud every time I see this photo. And see? I'm not the only one who kisses everyone in photos!
You could bottle this up and sell it.
To be honest, the rest of the night is a bit of a blur. I believe there was some more drinking and some more gambling, and I found out the next day that Sam apparently fell in the middle of the casino floor and injured her hand on her bracelet. Why do I always miss these things? I was so drunk that it probably happened right in front of me and I just didn't notice. And now I'm going to conveniently side-step the details of the "corridor love" incident and move on to the next day!
Well... I say the next day. I don't think I took any photos that day. All I know is that I should have taken a picture of the veggie burger I had at the Cheesecake Factory because it was the best thing ever. We just went shopping and walked around etc. etc. Normal touristy shit.
Then we spent a little time by the pool where, after slathering on my $26 sunblock and settling back for a nice game of Sudoku, I managed to spill a strawberry smoothie all over the front of my white bathing suit cover-up. Nice. You can dress me up, but don't dare think you can take me out. Of course, I was so worried about it staining, yet somehow it still sits in my suitcase nearly a week later, no closer to being washed than it was after the actual incident. That's just my style. Moving on...
Strangely, I've only got one photo of that night out as well, and it's not because they were lost. I guess I just didn't take any! It's probably for the best though. That was the night I had my dress lifted over my head to 'check my pants matched' and nearly got thrown into a fountain (both things care of Elmo). The guys will remember that night as the night where I was 'cold.' Yes, definitely better that there was only one picture, and that I wasn't in it!
This photo was actually taken in the shittiest bar in the world, with the shittiest waitress in the shittiest outfit. We didn't stay long. Just long enough to capture this magic.
That was a good night overall, although I wish I didn't have that Rum Runner so early (as good as it was) because I was three sheets to the wind by about 10pm. I do remember Seneca from the BlackJack table at Treasure Island though. He was the best. Oh yeah, and that guy who was at the table with us who said he felt like he was in 'The Office'. What an American thing to say. :-)
I hope everyone else got pictures of this night because what the hell is up with me not taking any?
The next day we went to the MGM Grand to see the lions, but all we got was this one who looked as if she'd been tranquilized.
Or maybe she was dead.
On the upside, a girl came up to Glennie and said "Will you put on one of these [lion] heads and chase me around like you're a lion?" which is certainly not something you hear every day. Made for much hilarity. For the record, he didn't do it.
Which is kind of a shame really because that would probably have made for the best photo of the whole vacation.
Then we took the tram to Mandalay Bay to see the Shark Reef, which turned out to be a huge disappointment. 'Ooh look at me, I'm a shark swimming around in captivity'... Pathetic.
That about sums it up.
Being the funloving free spirit I am, on the way home I hung from the tram bar like a monkey and made Sam take a picture of it.
Since you can't see my feet, it actually looks like I'm just standing there, but I promise I'm hanging. Believe me, I almost took out the woman behind me trying to do it.
That night, everyone but me and Elmo went to see Elton John's show at Caesar's. Looking back, I probably should have gone but I've seen Elton and I was being cheap at the time. Oh well. Spilt milk and all that.
Plus we had fun shopping (Shut up Elmo, you know we did!). One of the workers at the Gap even gave us permission to shag in the dressing room which was very kind of him. (That seriously happened). We didn't take him up on his offer because we're fine, upstanding citizens. :-)
Elmo and I on our Elton John-less night.
Mondo, you wanted this one, so you can click the pic for the bigger version.
After Elmo and I met up with everyone else we hopped in a Navigator over to New York New York where we set up camp (much to Elmo's dismay) at the Nine Fine Irishmen. The guys spent much of the night trying to actually name Nine Fine Irishmen, but I'm not sure they managed to do it. Thankfully Sam has about 100 pictures from this night because I don't have many! Just this gem:
4 Fine Englishmen and 1 American tart.
Oh yes, and this!