Damn it Vegas!

I spent last weekend in Las Vegas visiting my best friend and her family. Considering that I didn't have any money to spend in Vegas- $150 for 5 days is basically nothing in Vegas- I had a great time. I hadn't seen my friend in 6 months and her family in over a year. So the opportunity to catch up with everyone was fantastic. The only thing that was a bummer about my trip aside from the lack of cash, was that I was on my period while I was there. That made my interest in going out and trying to use charm to get some guys to buy me drinks/dinner/whatever, was very low.

So it was with this low level interest that my friend and I posted an ad on Craigslist to meet some guys. As I was falling asleep, I dictated an ad requesting two guys aged 21-45 to hang out with us. To hedge our bets, we posted in women for men as well as strictly platonic. Most of the responses were from single guys; what part of us looking for two guys didn't you understand? So the guys we finally decided on were two dorks from somewhere in So Cal. Not only were these guys late to meet us but when they finally arrived at the casino, my girl had just met a hot firefighter. I excused myself so she could work her magic.

In addition to being broke and on my period, I was in the unknown situation of being in Vegas with a boyfriend at home. And while I like to have more than my fair share of fun, cheating is NOT something I do. I know most of you probably don't believe that but it's so true. So there I am talking to one dude who is 21 (I checked his id) but looked 15 and his goofy looking friend with a bad haircut and a mustache. I sent a text to my girl to let her know that we struck out and we needed to think of an exit plan. Once she came over, we talk for a minute and excuse ourselves to the bathroom. While we're in there, I call my sister and tell her that she needs to call me in 30 minutes so we could get out of there. As we're walking back to where the dorks are at, I say "wouldn't it be great if they were gone when we got there?" And low and behold, they were! We hot footed it out of there hoping not to run into them. As we're basically running out of the casino, my friend says "should we be mad that they ditched us?"

Later that evening, I start getting text messages from the younger one saying he's sorry they left. That his friend wanted to leave, that he's interested in hooking up with us and a plethora of suggestive texts about what's in his pants. I told him not to worry about it and that that window of opportunity had closed. Eventually we met some queens from London who were very fun and wound up buying us drinks and overpriced pizza. Most of the night I felt like I'd led us down the wrong path. Instead of trying to find hot youngsters, we should have been looking for moderately attractive 40-50 year olds. They would have brought plenty of money to spend, not think twice about spending it and most likely would accept a hearty Thank you or some making out; which my friend was waay interested in doing.

The real travesty of the trip was that I didn't remember to pack any vitamins or echinacea. So I wound up getting sick upon returning home. That hasn't happened to me since my first trip to Vegas. Being sick is totally amateur night. So damn it Vegas- you got me this time. Trust me, it won't happen again.