Las Vegas Hot Mess and Bacardi 151

Oh Vegas.

Oh my poor, poor, sad liver.

But what an incredibly amazing time I had!

Like I said earlier, I went to Vegas with my best friend from college, Colleen. She flew all the way from Tampa, FL on Friday afternoon to meet me in Vegas.

Spirit airlines is a piece of shit, so my flight was delayed by an hour. No worries though, I just hung out in the airport bar to get my weekend started of right. My boyfriend says that all trips to Vegas must include drinking at least 2 days before, and I couldn’t agree with him more .

Once we both arrived and met each other after 2 years (!!!!), we made our way to the gorgeous Paris hotel. I’ve only been to Vegas one other time, and I stayed in a cheapO hotel, so I wasn’t really expecting something super glamorous, but the Paris hotel is just that. Everything was gorgeous: the replica Eiffel Tower, the chandeliers in the lobby, the ornate elevators, how the entire inside of the hotel and casino was designed to look like a Paris street, I loved it all!

Obvs not the real Eiffel Tower, but close!

That night once we got freshened up, we headed over to Planet Hollywood to party it up and get the infamous frozen daiquiris. I decided to get mango, with an extra shot, and my best friend got a blend of strawberry and mango, again, with an extra shot. The extra shots were only a dollar, and, c’mon, it was Vegas!

The drink of drunk hot messes

With our drinks in tow, we set out to play some slots and catch up. And by play some slots, I mean put $1 in a penny machine and pretend to play while we sat and gossiped about all of our friends from college getting married, having babies, generally being a hot mess. Soon enough, she and I were feeling pretty toasty, but we hadn’t even finished half of our drinks. Then…man oh man. We were DRUNK. I don’t know if you follow me on Twitter, but I went back and read through my tweets, and they are a mess.

Oooh girl. These drinks are just…… Wooooooo!

Omg. This is the best night ever. I’ve won so much money. And I’m drinking champagne like a boss. BALLIN!!!!!

Drunkest ever.

Hottest mess evaaaaaaaaaaaaa

So yeah. I was wasted. I forgot to mention that we were also drinking champagne at the same time we were drinking this giant slushy daiquiris. Worst/Best idea ever? It was around 3am when we finally stumbled back up to our room, completely wasted and happier than I’ve been in a long time.

drunk slushy face.

As I laid in bed trying to make the world stop spinning around me, I thought of how I would’ve never been able to come to Vegas if I was still at my old job. How much my life has changed. How awesome my life is now. Just a new months ago, I didn’t think ANYTHING about my life was awesome. And here I was, in a gorgeous hotel room in Vegas with my best friend. Who would’ve thought?

The next day was spent in a slightly hungover daze, with us wandering up and down the strip. We had lunch at New York, New York, saw the super cute lions at MGM, gambled a bit at the beautiful Aria and lusted over the awesome pool party there as well. After a long day of walking and sightseeing, we decided it was a good idea to get another one of those daiquiri drinks. This was the result:

I’m drinking another one of those giant ass drinks. Hottest mess.

And again. I’m drunk. These drinks are potent as hell! These gogo girls at Planet Hollywood are a hot mess though….

They all just look so bored. And sad they have to dance. If I was up there I’d be putting on a show Beyonce style

I just found out the slushie drinks are actually made with 151. This explains why I was a tragic hot mess last night… 4.5 shots of 151!!!

So. Yeah. Motherfucking 151. I don’t know if you know anything about 151, but lets say this. It’s called 151 because it’s a 151 proof. Normal alcohol is 40 proof. FORTY. People use 151 to do flame/fire breathing tricks. And here I am ordering extra shots of the stuff. This would explain why I was wasted after drinking half of one of those drinks. In college, I swore to never drink 151 because it basically equals instant flame breathing death, and here I was in Vegas now having at least 8 shots of the stuff. My poor liver. He normally has it easy, and here he was, working at least 90 hours of overtime. Sad, sad liver indeed.

The next day we went to the Venetian (which is by FAR my favorite hotel), The Mirage for the fire show, and….well honestly it’s all in a drunken blur at this point. I think Vegas trips should have some haziness involved…right? Right. Basically, I just did a bunch of sightseeing, drinking, gossiping, and eating. But those are the best types of vacations right?

My breakfast everyday, delicious!

I’m so glad that my life has turned into an awesome ball of amazingness. I can’t describe to you all how much happier I am. And thank you ALL for reading and keeping up with my fabulous shenanigans. I love you all!