HAPPY NEW YEAR! Our very first post and first thing we scratched off the list- bringing in the new year with a bang on the strip! Jen having lived here for 6 years and Liz living in Vegas practically her whole life has never done the strip thang on New Years! Until now!...
Number of hotties: ZERO. Number of degrees: 29. Liz had a couple friends in town that were staying at the MGM Grand. Since it was practically 0 degrees, well to us Las Vegans anyway, we hung out in their room to get a couple cocktails in before venturing outside. Little did we know that one of the friends had downed a half a fifth of whiskey (good ol' Seagrams 7. mmmm). Before heading outside, all bundled up, we filled water bottles with our mixed drinks (don't tell the cops), Coke and whiskey for the friends, vodka for the Wolaks.
To us, it wasn't as crowded or crazy as everyone made us believe. There was plenty of room to walk up and down the strip with no one throwing 'bows, or stepping on your feet or puking on your back (it really does happen). We were amazed at the amount of little kids that were on the strip as well....little party animals! We spotted the party across the street at New York, New York Hotel so we headed that way...danced and partied in the streets enjoying the same party that the people on the bridge paid $100 for. Suckers!
sign of a good night? Yankin' a beard
Ex Playmate and ugly sweater party winner!
Around about 11:15 p.m. the look on our "half a fifth of whiskey" friend's face was showing signs of defeat. As a group, we decided it was time for him to hit the sheets. The less drunk friend basically carried him in he direction of the MGM Grand, while we stayed to continue shaking our tailfeathers; yet hoping that he made it back before the stroke of midnight. As the story goes, a man tried to help carry him a little ways but eventually gave up. Once inside the casino, on the way to the room elevators, they were stopped by paramedics who asked if they needed help. They ended up spending the whole night with the half a fifth of whiskey friend in a hospital bed and the other more sober friend in the waiting room with a bunch of weirdos and Jerry Springer on the tube. Yet, there are some good stories that came out of the hospital waiting room. For instance, "so basically, he punched her in the throat and she hit him in the face with a crow-bar," is one of the scenarios that happened.
Back on the strip- Jen, on a mission to find a hottie for Liz to kiss at midnight, went up to a random - who turned out to be Australian, which is hot - but he turned out to be taken. We still hung out with him and his friends for a while and learned Australian slang for "douche bag", which we naturally forgot
Needless to say, when the clock struck 12, us Wolaks hugged and kissed eachother (no tongue). It was a surreal moment for sure, not because of the kiss, but the fireworks were amazing and the feeling of a new year full of possibilities was undeniable!
We walked the strip for about another hour, saying "Happy New Year" to anyone we saw. Our request to be arrested was denied although a nice security guard let us have a kodak moment
Around 1:30ish, with Jen having to wake up and rub bodies (its her job!) in less than 8 hours and Liz having uncontrollable hiccups, we decided to call it a night. Went up to the room to grub on some chicken tenders before Jen passing out on the couch and Liz on the floor. All in all, it was a successful night.....well, for us anyway.
First pic of 2011!
Much Love! ---Liz and Jen
Much Love! ---Liz and Jen
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