So, I dont think we are going to mark this off the list just yet, but I thought it would be a funny story to share in any case.
We signed up for speed-dating sometime in February, the date of the event was March 10. I'm not going to lie, I was super nervous a week before the date. I'm not much of a dater and to be honest I'm not really in a "dating" mood, AT ALL!! But, went ahead and signed up for this anyway since it's on the list and there was an event coming up. I was going in to this night completely open-minded though and if I did happen to meet the man of my dreams that would have been a plus, but I was more excited to get it over with. haha!
We got to Sedona, where the event was being held, 15 minutes ahead of time so we could suck down a drink, a shot of jager, and calm our nerves. To our surprise were were the only females that were there for the event so far. There was one other guy, Michael was his name I think, who we breifly talked to. Well, 7:30 comes and goes and a couple other people show up, yet still no sign of our hostess. Finally she shows up at 7:50! She was 20 minutes LATE!! They made a stink in the email about being there on time and look who's late! Pleh! There were 3 women and, I think, 7 or 8 guys. Ummm, yeah, this isn't going to work! So as a group we decided to cancel.
We stayed at the bar to finish our drinks and try to decide where to eat. These two guys that were going to be part of the speed-dating came over and started talking in their sexy English accents, James and Tim. We ended up hanging out with them at the bar, having drinks, throwing back jager bombs. :::Side Note: jager bombs taste wayyyy better when it's jager and monster instead of jager and red bull. I HATE red bull!::: We met a few other people around the bar and tried to guess their names, and were WAY off every time. Jen was in a random questions mood that night, always an awesome mood to be in. We learned that in England they don't use the term "douchebag" ever; they say "wanka." They use the "C" word a lot as well and not so much "bitch." But the "C" word isn't as much a bad no-no word there. Good to know!
Around 1 a.m. we threw in the towel and decided it was time to go. I took the English blokes back to the strip, least I could do. They invited us to hang out on Saturday night, but we were both unavailable. Hopefully we'll catch up with them again next time they're here. One lives in San Diego and frequents Vegas for work and the other is still in England and was here for work as well. So we'll see what happens. Thankfully the night wasn't a complete bust and we had a good time with our new friends.
Now to get my money back for this event that they f-ed up!! There was a French guy there, in the beginning of the night, that said he did a speed-dating event on the strip that was cheaper AND appetizers and maybe a drink was included. This event, you got nothing for $50.00! Not ok!
I thought it was a good story to share with you guys. We'll have another story to tell you about when we actually do speed-dating!
Peace!
Liz
