Sin City is a place where adult dreams truly come to life. While my previous trips to Las Vegas with my parents were enjoyable, this trip was my ultimate taste of a world I had never previously indulged in.
Sure, I’ve hopped through bars in Seattle and made appearances at plenty of house parties at Gonzaga, but never have I set foot in a bonafide club venue. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to experience a nightlife essential than to do so in Vegas with my friends.
As soon as Courtney and Chris arrived hours after I had settled into the hotel, we began the wild weekend with massive frozen drinks from the Paris hotel. I honestly can’t remember what deadly mix of alcohol was mixed into the lemon-lime ice drink, but it was damn good. We were lucky enough to be the last customers of the outdoor bar to receive the enormous beverages that night. The nice thing about having a beautiful best friend is that she can effortlessly work her magic to get special treatment from just about anyone.
The next day, we went to the Flamingo hotel’s expansive pool that was easily seen from our hotel room at Hilton Grand Vacations Club. I don’t know what I was expecting going into a setting that had just as much (if not more) alcohol present as there was chlorinated water in the pool, but the experience was assaulting to all the senses.
The poolside partiers ranged from the buff to the beer-bellied with just about every age group represented. There were old divorcees dancing with inflatable penises (which doesn’t make for pretty photography on this post), horny couples having everything but sex in the water and blacked out guests who probably couldn’t taste the difference between chlorine and vodka as they grasped for used cups littering the edges of the pockets of water.
In a sober state, I probably would have been disgusted. But when you’re buzzed and singing along to the pounding playlist of remixed Top 40, you happily force yourself to forget how unsanitary it is to be wading in the mixture of water, sweat and unspeakable substances. Courtney, Chris and I enjoyed the sunshine, dancing and people watching. When security came to break up a fight and the paramedics took away an intoxicated invitee in a stretcher, we figured it was time to leave.
Our trip really took off when Courtney’s Cord Media coworkers met up with us at our hotel room. Jenn, Carissa, Morgan and Jess greeted me with smiles and celebratory bottles of vodka in hand. Anyone who gives me free alcohol can be called my instantaneous best friend. I was really happy to meet these vivacious Vegas vixens that I had heard plenty of good things about from Courtney.
Even though the girls already looked amazing upon arrival from Palm Springs, they decided to take things up a notch for our Sin City shenanigans. We downed vodka sodas with lime wedges (Jenn knows how to make a mean one) and took plenty of selfies before taking on The Strip.
With Jenn’s connections, we got a complimentary VIP table at The Bellagio’s The Bank nightclub. As soon as we glided past the poor people who had to wait in line for who knows how long, I was amazed by the atmosphere inside. I took in the flashing lights, sexy dancers, hot music and swanky decor with awe and excitement. We were guided to our table where servers prepared a Skyy vodka bottle service for us. They mixed our drinks and left three decanters of juice to compliment the vodka so we could refill our glasses at our own leisure.
This was the celebrity moment I was waiting for: dancing with my friends at our own VIP table in a Vegas nightclub. Before long, we migrated to the dance floor to soak up the sights and sounds in a sea of glamorous people. I loved every minute of it.
Our ecstasy came to an abrupt halt as the servers realized we were done with our bottle service and not about to pay for another round. With eager club goers ready to swoop in and freely spend their cash, the staff ushered us right out of our private corner of the club. A fight broke out on the dance floor signaling that even drunken fantasy can only last so long.
The next day we arose, dressed in our bathing suits and sauntered over to Drai’s Beach & Night Club. The brand new venue is part of The Cromwell hotel just a stone's throw away from our room. Thanks to Jenn’s connections (she really is the best) we bypassed the sorry souls in line and took an elevator to a whole new world.
Unlike the Flamingo pool, Drai’s was populated with only young, attractive people who, although drunk, were not about to do the nasty in three feet of water. The sparkling water, colorful cabanas, towering palm trees and breathtaking Vegas views made the experience unlike any other I’ve had a pool. Usually the most exciting thing I do around a pool is read a teen romance novel.
Thanks to the generosity of Courtney’s work, we all had delicious drinks on the house. I got a frozen margarita that was so strong, I had to pace myself under the unforgiving sun just to stay standing. If you plan on ever going to Drai’s, I recommend keeping a finger on top of your drink’s straw because there are throngs of people that will splash water everywhere whenever the beat drops in a song that's playing from Drai's DJ booth. It brings a whole new meaning to “always watch your drink.”
Something that always seems to happen to me in these type of situations is that I get confused for being straight. I know, it sounds insane if you know me personally, but wipe away the established impressions you have of me and apparently I give off a straight vibe. A guy approached me at the pool and said “No homo but, you’re a really good looking guy, you should go talk to those girls over there. They would love it” as he pointed to none other than the group of girls I came to the pool with. I laughed and said “I’m sure they would!”
After hours of splashing, slurping and suntanning, we descended from Drai’s for a much needed nap. We were so done that we slept through the entire afternoon. Don’t let anyone fool you, Vegas is just as much exhausting as it is exhilarating. For every drop of alcohol you drink, you need one-hundred drops of water to stay hydrated.
My vacation to Vegas was everything I could have wanted and more, all thanks to the people there who made me feel like a celebrity for my birthday. Thanks for memories Courtney, Chris, Jenn, Carissa, Morgan and Jess! Maybe trips to Vegas with my friends will become a regular thing, I’m always up for a little déjà vu rendezvous.