Not sure who doesn't know this, but last April I was in a karaoke competition held at one of my hometown's bowling alleys. The person who won got a flight and hotel paid for to head to Vegas to compete in the International Bowling Karaoke Superstar competition. And you'll never guess who won...................okay it was me. So, without further adieu, here is how my trip went down. I'll try to keep it PG-13. Seriously. There was some rated R things that went down...if you'd like to know, just ask me haha.
(PS I apologize for any grammatical and tense errors - I wrote this really fast).
Saturday
So after waiting in line for 45 minutes to check in for my flight, I am 5 minutes late for the cut-off and am put on stand by. I head up to the terminal to see if I can catch it, and they won't let me go. So there I am bawling my eyes out because I kept having dreams where I missed my flight and what happens? Ugh..not the best start to my vacay. Anyway, I end up getting my flight changed, while Chelsie waits for like 4 hours for me at the airport in Vegas.
So once we get to the hotel, I grab something to eat, we get ready to go out, grab a cab and head to this club called Tryst. We looked amazing, yet somehow no one invited us to join them inside, so we waited about 20 minutes in line. We got in for free, each bought two $12 drinks that was about 90% alcohol, and I got to dance with the pretty black boy with the V-neck sweater. I was a little too much of a crazy dancer for him I guess, so he walked away but whatever, I was having fun. A little later we end up joining these older guys that had like $1,000 bottle service, got a couple free drinks from them - then one of the guys was getting creepy on me so I gave Chelsie the signal and we scrammed. As we leave, there is a bachelor party outside, we talked to them and they invited us to go with them to a "scantily clad dancing women's facility." They had a VIP section and spent close to $1,000 on bottle service. Given we were the only girls there, they were pretty friendly (lol). I got a free dance by a lovely female, and had a blast. Got a guy's number that I really had no intent on ever talking to again, but it turns out I did the next day.
Oh PS - we were out til about 4 am and I had to be a karaoke registration the next day around 8 am. Did I make it? You betcha.
Sunday
So Sunday I got up in the morning with about 2 hours of sleep and went to sing. Considering how late I was out, I sang pretty awesomely. Sadly, I didn't make it past the first round - but some really crappy people did, so I was pissed. Given the competition was pretty stiff, I didn't think I'd make it, but I thought I was way better than some of the people that had moved on. Continuing with the day, I met Chelsie and the pool, we ate the diner in our hotel (the Stratosphere - way out in the boonies, but it was free, so no real complaints). We went out again, I called up the guy from the bachelor party and he met up with us. He showered us with drinks and a free round of Blackjack, so he pretty much saved my entire trip because I was pretty broke. He came with us to this one kind of lame club, but we got open bar for $20, so needless to say, I was pretty ill in the morning.
Monday
I lost of my contacts the night before so the entire day when Chelsie and I walked the entire strip to site see and what not, I was pretty much blind wearing my glasses from 8th grade. We had dinner at the Bellagio buffet which was AMAZING! And then we sang karaoke at Bill's where they had dollar margs (we did it the night before too). Now, my voice was heading south from all the late night venturing and previous singing, but I sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and got amazing feedback from the like 40 some people in the audience - too bad they weren't my judges.
Tuesday/Wednesday
So Chelsie and I get up in the morning to get something to eat and check out the observation deck of the Strat. As I'm getting ready I get an automated phone call telling me my flight to Denver was cancelled. SO - I miss my flight getting there and now I can't get back? What the deuce - I was furious. Chels and I go the lunch buffet at the Strat, go the 108th floor, then wait around for my shuttle to the airport to arrive. As I'm loading my bag onto the shuttle - around 1:40 pm when it was supposed to be at 1 AND my flight was supposed to leave at 3:50, I get a phone from the airport explaining everything the automated call had and the earliest flight to Chicago they could get me on was at 11:15 pm. SO I was furious all over again - long story short, I waited the airport for 8 hours, mostly blind, alone, tired as hell, did I mention for 8 hours? I finally got to Chicago then to Minneapolis around 7:30 am on Wednesday where my dad brought me home and I slept most of the way back. I got home, took another nap, something happens inbetween, drove back to IC pretty miserable to continue on with my life.
At least Saturday went out with a bang.
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