Hey look! I'm writing when I actually should, when I have free time! After turning in a Bio quiz, editing a terrible (really, truly terrible) English paper, and guessing on Accounting (I got them all correct though), I found myself sitting in the library wondering what to do next. I've already done my workout today, I shouldn't eat quiet yet, and it's way too early to take a nap. Write!
Anywhosville, I found myself in Las Vegas the past weekend. Early in the summer, a friend of mine called me up and asked if I would like to go to the Ke$ha concert there. What kind of a silly question is that? Loud vulgar music, glitter, and bright lights? Of course I was going to this event. I promptly purchased tickets near to where my friends were and proceeded to wait until September 16th when I could depart. Finally, the day arrived, and we were on our way.
Friday:
We got to Vegas with around an hour and a half to get ready before the concert, so I donned a tight red tank top, skin tight jeans, and my black converse high tops. Also, my friend did some blue tiger stripes with gold glitter down the side of my left eye, it was a pretty cool getup, I must say. We found the concert hall with no difficulty in the Planet Hollywood casino and continued to enter the venue. Having not eaten since 2 or so (it now being 8), I quickly purchased a hamburger that was being sold near the doors. It was about the equivalent of an elementary school hot lunch hamburger, but it would suffice since my stomach was empty. Also not wanting to leave this place empty handed, I purchased a Ke$ha concert t-shirt for myself and an Animal one for my sister. Scarfing down the greasy morsel (this thing was tiny and was 5 bucks, rip-off), we entered the theater and headed down to our seats. Well, the ushers, or seat-police, were very strict about where people sat in this place and would only let you go to your designated section. Fortunately, they glanced at tickets and since I was in the general area of my friends, I just sat with them and hoped the seat I sat in wasn't occupied. No one every showed, so all's well.
Well, the concert started with some raunchy skinny rapper guy who's name I couldn't recall. He rapped about random things and I do remember one of these being about his dick being racist...yeah, classy stuff. Well, after he finished and the stage was set, LMFAO entered and it seemed that that's what most of the people here had come for. Their songs were fun, loud, and sexual. Mostly about drinking and running around your bikini. Can you tell that I'm getting a really cultural experience right now? At one point, they even had a bottle of petrone that they would just drink from. I'm not sure how they functioned, but I guess everyone has their secrets. Not much singing occurred either, mostly just loud yelling and booty shakin'.
After this debauchery, what I had initially come for began. Ke$ha in all her wonderful Sleazy glory. But seriously, she started out singing sleazy which was fun. One thing that surprised me though was that Ke$ha actually used real instruments. She played the drum, strummed a guitar, tapped on a keyboard, and beat a cow-bell. I'm pretty positive that she wasn't in a sober state though as she kept repeating words as she talked to the crowd (ex: I F*cking love you Vegas! at least 5 times and in the same tone of voice) and once during the show she did a cartwheel...then fell down. Her "singing" was actually better than I expected it to be since most of it is autotuned magic. Let me just say, her backup singers sure saved her. I'm sure though that what she's going for is the show effect, not her actual talent. It was fun, nonetheless and definitely a show that I enjoyed watching. Glitter cannons, confetti, drunk people, and strange dancing with dinosaurs while eating a human heart pretty much sums up the whole thing. Oh Ke$ha, you hot hot mess.
So after the concert was clubbing time! Unfortunately for us, one in our party was not of age so we decided to get Micky D's instead and go to bed.
Saturday:
Waking up, we all went swimming at the hotel pool where we met some interesting people. I don't know if it's something about vacationing in Vegas, but people just really want to tell you about their lives and/or vacations. I met a man from London, and a nice couple from Montreal. The couple was here to go rock climbing and the woman told us that there were no spas in the desert, so that's why they had stopped in Vegas. "Nozing feels beterr zan a nice massage and a hot showeh after climbing red roc." She said in her wonderful French accent. After our poolside relaxation time, we decided to hit up the strip for some shopping. Most of this time was spent in Caesar's palace at the very large H&M where I'm ashamed to say I spent more money that I should have. I was on vacation, come on, I had to get something. Well we spent a good deal of time looking in all the shops where we could never in our wildest dreams afford anything and eventually got dinner. We also stopped over at the Circus Circus casino and played some games and watched a contortionist and a quick change act. I still don't understand those for the life of me.
As the night came to a close, we sat wondering what to do. Fortunately for us, the club who usually only does 18+ on Fridays, was doing it on Saturday as well due to Pride being that weekend. Time to get my dance on! This time, we left our underage compatriot at the hotel and departed for Krave. Never having been to this club before, I could only imagine what they would have inside. Amazing lights, a great dj, beautiful people? Well, I got some of those right. It was crowded enough when we got there and the DJ was pretty fantastic, much better than SL clubs. Also, almost every Go-go was a beautiful specimen that one could even deem "lickable." The lights they had rigged to this place were also pretty fantastic creating the perfect dancing environment. The downside to all this though, was that the other dancers in the club, were, well...homely. There wasn't very much to pick from in terms of people in attractiveness. SL definitely has that on Vegas, pretty people. The night was fun, lots of dancing, drunk people spilling drinks on you, and foam coming from the ceiling every so often. At 2am, they even dropped $2500 from the ceiling inside balloons which resulted in mass chaos (and broken glasses on my friends behalf and no money for me). We left sometime after 2 since we were both tired and went to our McDonald's again to get a drink and a Big mac, since it was free with a large drink. Well, the girl wouldn't serve us since apparently she needed a manager since our coupon was in the form of a text message. Stopping at a gas station, we ended the night with sour gummy worms and water.
Sunday:
Drove home and did homework like there's no tomorrow.
Overall, a pretty fantastic weekend so I thought I'd sum it up here. I've never really spent much time in Vegas so this was definitely a good vacation experience so I'll know what to do next time.
Sidenote: I'm going to go print my English paper now and hopefully it doesn't burst into flames for it being so bad, or have a helicopter from the English police descend upon me and put me away for years. I can only see myself in a small jail cell holding onto the bars weeping and yelling, "I'm sorry! I promise that I'll never write terrible narratives on animals again!" On my tombstone, they can just write: Here lies Ryan, writer of terrible animal narratives. He died because everyone hated his paper and burned him at the stake.
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