The next installment….
Ok. So Friday night while we were out and about we were approached by a promoter for Rok Vegas. He wanted to put us on the VIP list. We had decided Saturday would be our ‘big night out’, dressed to the nines, etc. 
(Keep in mind we had already been drinking the. entire. day.)
We get into the club and I have immediate flash backs of NYE. Not a single place to sit, we’re gonna have to stand the entire time, totally packed, difficult to get to the bar. I about bitch slapped a group of girls that felt the one and ONLY bar in the place was where they should stand and chat it up. Get your drinks and MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. Fuck…you know?! The 3 of us start noticing the VIP tables through out the club. We had reservations for Spago the following night…we start thinking, who cares about food??! We’d MUCH rather have a kick ass time at the club. So we made an executive decision to trade Spago for VIP service. We talk with the manager and he immediately hooked us up.
BEST. DECISION. EVER!!!!
(again remember, there was this steam/mist stuff the entire night, so some of the pictures seem a bit grainy/odd)
Next thing we know, we are swooped off to our very own private VIP area (Squee!!!), with booth, table, dancing area…..AND personal bouncer and cocktail waitress. We were given center stage spots practically in the middle of the dance floor.
Here we are sitting in our swanky spot, super happy that we have a place to occasionally sit down our own special place. *GRINS*
(psst…notice the goof behind us? *snort*)
Sis decided to show John (the manager at Rok Vegas) her uh, appreciation for totally hooking us up. Notice Lam, our bouncer, ‘over seeing’ the situation. *LOL*
What is missing is the pic I took that didn’t came out where she was pulling John by his tie! ROFL! Too, TOO funny…..
***Oh side note. John approached me at one point and told me a bit of a dilema he was in…. Normally men reserve these areas and he will pull aside hot females to invite inside their reserved section for them. He wasn’t really sure what to do for us GIRLS. *snicker* Hello….you see hot ladies??? Send ‘em our way! Bwahaha….. Actually it worked out quite well. We made some cool friends that night and had no problem finding fun people to party with.
We *heart* Lam….
He was awesome to us. Not only did he keep people out of our section, but he let them in when we convinced him it was ok asked him to. He took a TON of our pictures and kept us safe. He was freakin’ *AWESOME*! 
And…..our fabulously smokin’ hot waitress. She made our shots and margaritas directly at our table and took trips to the bar for us for any other needs (BEER, lol) so that we never had to leave our little swanky area unless we wanted to. She rocked!
(BUT for the life of ALL of us, no one can remember her name?!!? W…T…F?!?! It’s been seriously bugging me for a fucking week now…GRRRR!)
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Showing off our fabulous shoes….Betsey Johnson rocks.
Shots anyone? (smokin hot girl anyone?)
Ahhh…..The PATRON… Me and Patron have a love affair going on. Mmmmm…..
I know you want me, want me
You know I want cha, want cha,
One two three four
I freakin’ LOVE this shot of my sis and I.
Ok, her feet hurt. Roxy ditches the shoes.
Again, thank goodness for Lam, he took so many of our fabulous pictures. Memories were captured bc he was there for us.
Strike a pose!
Totally adorable Marine boys. With Mardi Gras beads. It was the beads people. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. ~wink~
Legs….and she knows how to use them…..
Girlies…..
The theme of that night.
What happens at 5am in Vegas? Clubs close down. *ahem* Yeah…we totally closed the club down. See what Vegas and Patron does to us?! Hehe…. So what do we do? We hit another club that hasn’t closed down yet! Duh!
Hmm…Marine boys were invited to come along. 
[insert many pictures you will later find on the TFT site]
Well, so…. We tuck sis in at 6am (remember those super big margaritas with six shots of Patron that we got on Saturday….and she drank hers completely. on. her. own?! Um..yeah). Roxy hits it at 7am. And…Vixen makes it inside the room at *ahem* 9am.
*wicked grin*
I was wired, jonsing something fierce for water (that for whatever reason we were stupid enough to run ran out of…..GAH!!!!! I seriously would have paid $15 for a bottle of water at that point) and became Chatty Cathy (as my sister called me). Finally, FINALLY fell asleep, aaaaand PC called.
“Oh hi honey…yeah….what am I doing? Uh, just going to bed. Um, yes, I know…it’s….9 something. Uh-huh”
DOH!
Vegas you know….. *snicker*
Sunday we slept. I think I made it downstairs for Starbucks at um, 1pm? Yeah. It was like that. My poor sister was THE most hung over that day. I think Roxy and I were mainly just *TIRED*. Or maybe my hang over just didn’t hit me until about 11pm Sunday. We had fabulous plans like….going to a strip club. We even heavily researched which one we’d hit. The fabulous mall down the strip (you know we are shopping whores!). What stories we would tell! But no, no…after the way we all felt Sunday, it was a wash. We went nowhere that day. Ordered room service for sandwiches at some point in the day….with lots and lots of water.
The roller coaster we never made it too. Damn!
Finally about 5? 6? We decided we would join the land of the living and go have dinner at the posh Italian restaurant located downstairs inside the NY NY. It was….disappointing. *groan* Honestly, the Minestrone soup (only vegan option on the menu) was fine. But I know both Roxy and my sister weren’t super impressed with their meals. Although STILL what we ordered that night, with drinks, was less than what those fucking appetizers came to at the Rain Forest Cafe. *shaking head*
By Sunday night our feet were toast. Two full nights (one of those including pulling an all nighter no less) of fabulous shoes left our feet wrecked. Hung over and the thought of stuffing our feet in more fabuous shoes made us all literally *CRINGE*. No…. We’re cool. We decided to say fuck it go much more casual.
My feet are still recovering from spending all night Saturday dancing in my Bj’s. *ouch* Sacrifices, sacrifices though, we would all totally do it again in a heartbeat.
We hit Coyote Ugly our last night. They/we had an abundance of Jello Shots.
(and adorable Marine boy toy from the previous night…:::grins:::….hmmm…….)
The Coyotes were in rare form that night. Bwtn calling out the London guy in his much-too-tight skinny jeans to the other dude in his argyl sweater vest that one of them literally made him take off….hahaha!!!!
Then there was this dude. A total rocker dude that one of them insisted on putting ponytails on. Bwahahaha!!!!
Ok, there was this chick who was dressed insanely Pin-Up girl hot. Hot Hot Hot.
Coyotes…. The one in black, and then the other in peach were fucking *AWESOME*. They put the others to shame they were *THAT* good. (again…how can I ever go to our Denver one and have a good time bc ours pale in such comparison to these girls?!?!)
Probably ideally, we would have had one more night. To whoop it up a bit more. As Sunday night wore on, I realized I was increasingly more hung over. Roxy and Sis were feeling rough and really, you can’t BE at CU with out being called out to have fun.
I did have a slight confrontation with a dude standing behind me. And then another at the bar. Apparently it was “I’m a stiff asshole” night… *grumble grumble* I have a long standing reputation for not taking shit at bars. I’m so totally NOT a confrontational gal but fuck with me in a bar…um yeah, not gonna be down with that.
Not a one of us would change anything about our trip. Yeah…we only made it two blocks from our hotel the entire time we were there. Yeah…the food fucking sucked ass. But we thoroughly enjoyed every. single. night we were there. Pulling the all nighter Saturday was probably the most fun and memorable night I’ve had in years……
And the best of all was I stepped outside of my norm, no holding back. No worries. No cares. (Permission for naughtiness does that to a gal ~grins~) We all had the most awesome experiences we could imagine.
Sadly, the best meal I had while there was the lettuce, onion and swiss cheese sandwich on Rye (you really can hardly call that a vegetarian sandwich, lol) that we had the very last day were were there. We grabbed sandwiches from the NY deli inside our hotel. The guy making the sandwiches had THE biggest crush on Roxy. (hehe…)
Would we do it again? In a fucking HEARTBEAT.
Do I have stories to share involving adorable Marine boys? ABSOLUTELY. The question is…when? ~wink~
~ xo
Vixen

















































































































