Cadre Vegas

On Friday, I ended up going to Vegas with some teachers from school. Actually, just about all of them are in a cadre together, and so it was like a bonding trip for them. I'm not in a cadre, but now I'm thinking about it. Cathy keeps telling me to join, so maybe I will.

We left Whittier around 5:30-ish, but we didn't get to Vegas until quite late because of traffic and all that. We stayed at the Sahara.

On the first night, we rested a bit, changed, and then took the monorail over to the Paris hotel. We went to their circle bar and sat around talking and making jokes. Afterwards, we went back to the hotel and went to sleep.


First night (top: Justin, Adrian, Cathy, Trish, me; bottom: Miriam, Martha, Adrian, Susan)



Trish and Miriam at the Paris Circle Bar



Cathy and Susan



Susan and Justin



Me, Martha, Adrian, and Adrian

The next morning, Trish, Cathy, and I went to the pool for about an hour. It was so hot!! The pool was freezing, first of all. It's an older hotel, and the water was not heated. While swimming there was this little girl with her mom/older sister. The little girl said, "when are we going to Vegas??" and the lady said, "we ARE in Vegas, honey" and the little girl said, "oh." I thought that was cute. :)

We got out of the pool to dry out and sunbathe, but it was so hot, that we didn't stay out that long. After a short while, we jumped back into the pool to cool off. Miriam joined us a bit later and tanned her legs.

We went back to the room, showered, changed, and then had crepes at Paris. It was so hilarious. I got the D'Anjou crepe, of course, because I think it's to die for. I shared it with Cathy. Miriam had a bite and said that it tasted like "heaven," which is a word she's never before associated with food. The whole time, Trish was talking about how she likes savory foods more than sweet foods. She kept bad mouthing sweet foods, but after Miriam mentioned heaven, she decided that she'd try the blasted crepe. She took the plate and put it on the table in front of her. While cutting off a piece of it, her fork broke, and the whole plate somehow catapulted itself into the air. There was crepe everywhere! It was on Trish's face, on Miriam's shirt, the table, the floor....it was hilarious!! We all decided that the crepe heard her and was disgruntled. It decided that it would rather die than be eaten by a sweet food hater. It was a suicide crepe.


Me, Miriam, and Cathy



Miriam, Trish, and Cathy



Me, Miriam, and Trish



Me, Miriam, and Trish up close



Me and Cathy



Miriam and me



Trish and me



Cathy and me



Cathy and me AGAIN

We then went to the Aladdin shops for awhile. We were in Aveda. Trish picked up this bottle, and said to Cathy, "would you like some refreshing spray?" Cathy was like "sure." She took off her glasses, closed her eyes, and Trish sprayed away. I turned around just as this was happening. Now, a refreshing spray is usually a small bottle with a little spray top that makes a soothing and refreshing mist. When I turned around, Trish had this huge spray bottle with a trigger handle like a glass cleaning bottle. She squeezed her hand, and this huge jet spray hit Cathy square in the face. There was a lot of liquid. I was like, whoa, what the hell was that? Cathy just stood there with her eyes closed for the longest. Then she said, "Are you sure this is for your face, because it's starting to sting?" Trish was like, "sure it is," but then she looked at the label, and it was for your hair!! Poor Cathy. Trish then got upset and started dabbing Cathy's face with a makeup removal pad. It was just too funny.

We were really tired after this, because we didn't get that much sleep. We went by the Wynn hotel before returning to the hotel. It was really nice.


Talk to the hand



Cathy's face



Trish and Miriam at the Wynn



Trish and Miriam



Cathy, Trish, and me (I apparently missed the funny-face memo)



Parasol lamps



More lamps



Flower lamp



Chandelier



Lighting picture



Last lamp shot...I promise



Cathy, Trish, and Miriam trying to figure out what to do next



Trish pretends to be a rat



Cathy sees me without makeup



Me at the Wynn waterfall



Cathy and me at the waterfall



Cathy and me at the waterfall again

We went back to the hotel and tried to take a little nap. We were all really tired, but we couldn't fall asleep. Instead, we ended up shouting out pickup lines. I was saying this one that Emily likes alot, "You want a nut? How about a date?" and Cathy was all weirded out. It was the most hilarious conversation. I was literally laughing for twenty minutes straight. I was crying the whole time, and I even loosened my sinuses, because my nose was running for the next 24 hours after that. It went something like this:

Me: You want a nut?
Cathy: Uh...no.
Me: Then how about a date?
Cathy: That sounds nasty.
Me: How so? It's supposed to be cute.
Cathy: If someone asked me if I wanted a nut, I'd expect them to say something nasty.
Me: Really?
Cathy: Yeah, like, you want a nut?? I have two you can put in your mouth!!!

(insane laughter all around)

Me: Are you crazy??? Who the hell would say something like that?
Cathy: Nobody! That's just what I'd think they would say.

(laughing all around)

Trish: That's like saying, "Hey, you like balls, because I've got two you can play with!!"

(hysterical laughter)

Trish: Or, "you like big ass cheeks????"

At this point we were all dying for a good fifteen minutes. There were even random fits of laughing for the next ten. Then we all fell asleep.

When we woke up, we met the others downstairs for dinner. All the steak houses were full, so we went to the one in our hotel "House of Lords." It was fairly empty, since the hotel is old, and not very popular. The food was actually quite good though. Expensive, but good.

We went upstairs, changed, and then met the group again. Adrian didn't bring along any dress clothes or dress shoes. He only had jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers. We were going to go dancing somewhere nice, but this killed the whole idea. We ended up going to The Beach, which is supposedly a more casual club a bit off the strip.

Never go there. Believe me, it is the worst place possible. We walk in, and like every reject imaginable is present. These are all the people who can't get in to any other club. Seriously. The music was BAD. The place was DIRTY. There were napkins all over the floor. Literally, all over the floor. I didn't get it at first, but in about half an hour, the plastic shark above the dance floor started spewing napkins on the dancers. How lame is that? Seriously? How awful!! Then two bikini-clad girls held up a wooden pole with rolls of toilet paper on it. Then a half naked guy showed up with a canister of gas. He released it, and the rolls of toilet paper spun around flinging strips of paper all over the crowd. Everyone cheered. How freaking ghetto. There were apparently many bachelorette parties happening. There was even a wedding party. Totally decked out in their finery. The bride's mother was running around in a white suit dress. It was so strange. Cathy kept on saying, "This is so weird. This is sooo sooo weird. This place is weird." There were FAT OLD women on stage dancing to Grease Lightning and mock eating each other out. IT WAS TOTALLY DISGUSTING!!! I couldn't tear my eyes away. Trish kept hitting herself in the face and covering her eyes, because she couldn't stop watching them. It was horrifying, and we couldn't look away!! There was also a bride on stage giving banana blow jobs. Literally!!! She was enthusiastically sucking off these bananas on stage, which were being held in the crotch area of half naked men. What the hell.

The three of us got mad, so when the guys once again mentioned stip club, we were totally into it.

We ended up going to Olympic Gardens. Let me just say, the first floor is nasty. It is dark, all the men are serious, and they're all just trying to get off on women crawling on mirrored tables. There were lap dances with big breasted women. It was sketchy and sick. Totally gross vibe. The men were there to create a sexual fantasy on their own. Those who were getting lap dances were holed up in some dark, obsured corner, getting things done that I don't even want to know about. Bleck!

We went upstairs where the male stippers were. Now, mind you, this is the first time I've been to anything like this. I actually had a rather good time!! It was brighter, the mood was lighter, and it was more like a show. There were guys running up and down the stage, and they were really high energy. The women were in groups, laughing and having a good time. It was totally different from the atmosphere downstairs.

Before I knew it, someone had their hands on my face from behind. I had no idea who this was, and when I looked up and back, there was this guy in a g-string. He asked me if he could dance for me, because he really wanted to. Dude, two of the girls I went with bought me a lap dance.

I was so freaked out. I mean, I didn't know what to do. He spun my chair around, and pushed my legs open. He nuzzled my neck, pulled my hands all over his body and slapped them on his bare ass. He thrusted at me and rubbed his you know what all over the place. I was in hysterics. I was literally scared or something. I didn't want to touch him. I felt so uncomfortable. I spend the entire time looking at Trish and Cathy, because they were laughing at me and taking pictures. I hardly paid any attention to this naked man rubbing himself up against me. So that was my first lap dance. Then he asks me if I want to get someone back. Of course I said yes, so I gave him a 20, and he went over to Trish. She was just as mortified.

Needless to say, at the end of the evening, eveyone succumbed to lap dancing, and Trish even got two. She seemed to enjoy her second one a little more, however.

As the night progressed, people started getting crazier. The guys were slapping women in the face with their packages, they were lifting them up in the air from behind and violently mock-f*"&king them, and there were women on stange getting it from both ends! It was crazy.

There was a jail break as well. The prisoners broke free and ended up in the club. Then they started stripping. We also saw Yoda. He came out with a HUGE lightsaber, which he enthusiastically spun around and poked at people. When he took off his costume, he did this acrobatics thing, where he did a headstand on a chair (actually on his head) and took off his pants. Then he started gyrating/thrusting upsidedown. It was quite impressive, actually.

I don't know how I feel about strip clubs. I mean, I had a good time, because we were all having fun and being embarrassed. I could imagine myself going back with like Emily and Jennifer, and embarassing them a little. That would be fun. But it wasn't sexual. I felt a big guilty when I had my hands on this man's body and on his ass. Also, after Diego, it just didn't feel right. Diego's a big guy. This guy, though muscled, was thin. Well, I don't know many people as broad as my bunny. The guy was soft and supple. Sort of made me think of a girl, actually. When I'm with my bunny, there's no question that he's a man. He's big, and broad, and hard (talking about muscles, people), and I think I like that better. I wouldn't like him going to a strip club. I mean, I saw the men downstairs, all serious and and predatorial. Gross. I saw the girls straddling them in corners and doing things. I wouldn't want him to do that. The thought, while there, actually made me quite sad. Oh well. So I guess I have a double standard. I think the girls' part is okay, but the guys' part is off-limits.

Oh, also, I forgot to mention: one of our party was talking to her male lap-dancing partner and found out that he recently graduated from HP (a high school that is near us. A rival I think). That freaked all of us out, because we're all teachers, and that could have been one of our students. Bluh!!!

The next morning we had breakfast brunch at the Monte Carlo, which was nothing to speak of, and then drove home.

Overall, it was a fun trip. :)