We started running errands immediately and bought one of each travel sized item in the store..never know what you might need in Vegas. We also planned ahead and scheduled to park near Hobby airport for the low fee of $20. This required a printer which we don't have, the library was closed, and the front desk were bitches so we had to go to FedEx..damn. Anyways, after a long day of running around Jenn decided to check into the flights we needed and to her surprise it was not Hobby we were flying out of but a different one on the other side of town. It was a close call and our discount parking is now 40 minutes away.. No worries it all worked out and we got that switched to our upcoming Florida trip.
With our heart rate returning to normal we realized we had to get ready for our very first DOUBLE DATE! Now, many of you may be thinking this is gonna be a disaster but we were wined, dined, and screwdrivered. (Get your minds out of the gutter that is a special drink "frozen screwdrivers"). We said our farewells and headed home to get some rest for our early flight. Sara overslept and forgot her ATM card..great start to the AM, but after that it was smooth sailing...
The airport for us is always a real treat, this day was no different. We came across these bins and spent some time trying to reenact the scenes, while line behind us grew longer and longer. Whaaat we were having fun and were in no rush!
As we waited for the plane to arrive we scoped out some of the fine specimens we would be spending the next three hours in close quarters with. There was a chance we would be bumped to first class but we had to settle for the EXIT row instead... if all fails just save yourself and jump (thats what we heard as they told us the great importance of our row). Some stuartist need to take a class on being nice and friendly... Being that we were in a row of three we had a seat mate.. Sara on the end Jenn in the middle and a male version of Pochahontas snagged the window seat. Luckily neither one of us made comments about this man until a couple days later... we coulda made a scene.
We arrive in Vegas head to the Flamingo, the oldest casino on the strip, and are checked in by possibly the oldest employee on the strip, Larry Lee Light the "triple L". Triple L has game and played us like a fiddle..before you knew it we were upgrading rooms..his charm and age got the best of us! We counted our losses and headed immediately to the pool for some much missed sun. Now usually we take a loooong nap but today we had work to do. Recently, we accepted a job in Sarasota Florida and decided we needed to find a beach home. Negotiations were already in the works with Jim 5f5in 120lbs but he stands his ground and wouldn't budge...again we counted our loses and agreed to the Island Breeze Cottage on Siesta Keys. We told Jim we couldn't get back to him for a couple days because we had no Internet. He was feeling pretty bad for us until we told him that our company pays for our housing and we are currently vacationing in Vegas and too cheap to own smartphones. Jim retired from Verizon so our "DS -like" phones will cause him to shit. With the work out of the way it was time for the Vegas vacation to begin. 
The Birthday girls were arriving early the next day so we decorated the room and anxiously awaited their arrival. We spent the first couple hours with cool cocktails on lawn chairs at the pool just catching up. Before long we realized we were starving and needed a massive amount of food. Hash House a GO-GO here we come! This place has the LARGEST portions of the most random shit ever...and it is soooo delectable. The next string of photos shows chicken and waffles, Eggs Benedict, and Pork Tenderloin and then their demise..WE WERE HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOS! Please don't judge...
At this point the girls were exhausted from working the night before and now completely stuffed to d=food coma status, so they headed back to take a lil nap. We headed to the strip for some slushesAMF" which basically stands for "You will die tonight". For us though it had the opposite effect and we were lasted all night! While the bartender is putting on drink making show we hear snickers behind us and come to find out people were making bets of our future hours. Intrigued by this interesting trio we became close friends, convinced them to get the same thing we got, and snapped some quick photos.
As we are all talking and sipping our still full drinks we look over at fire chief and realize hers AMF is coming close to E...Our jaws were dropped as we stared and she just replied "What? It's a drink. You drink it". She really is our hero. We parted ways and we know how our night ended but we are not so sure what happened to them. We made one more pit stop for mixers and headed back to wake up the sleeping babies and get ready for the night. However, this was a harder task than we thought and we fell asleep too! We woke up to greet our final guest, Alicia (Hayleys college friend from Alabama). Basically Hayley told Alicia "Now we have had our fair share of crazy times, but these girls we are meeting are even more crazy then us!". We took that as a very nice compliment...let the night begin!
The strip at night is such an awesome sight, so we meandered around for bit just taking it all in. However, we were itching to get to the craps/crabs table and once we were there it was hard to peel us away. Casino Royale happens to have our favorite table so it was no surprise that when we walked through the doors we were asked to join the table... they wanted some good mojo to turn the luck around.Going around the table we had:
1.An African American from the "neighborhood" who kept flashing gang signs at us and told us a Cleveland Indians hat meant you were in a gang. Sara said she also wore an Indians hat and was from the "West side" gang...instant friends.
2. The culprit who asked us to join the table and made us each blow on his dice. He also bet on our favorite numbers and helped us out when we got confused.
3. Young married man who slid his wife some chips so she would go away and play somewhere else.
4. The fellow Texan.
5. Half-way through the game a creepy Ohion showed up and got the dice pusher "Annette with the mullet" pissed at us for making F#$% Michigan comments. (Her hometown)
6-8 To far away to fully meet but very interesting set of people none the less.
So, we played with this group for hours. Jenn made them a lot of money as she rolled for so long, but you had to take an occasional dice in the face.. Rollin winners ain't easy! Our friends kept checking in on us so eventually we had to rap it up and head out. As we were snapping several pictures up and down the strip we had a challenge to make a pyramid. A lot harder than one might think in dresses, but we got the task done. We headed to the next best casino "Wild Bills". Hidden in the far back corner is margaritas that are to die for! A couple stragglers followed us here and we just couldn't shake them. The bartender "J Money" as we called him kept feeding us 'ritas until half the group grew tired. 
For real something in those slushes made us invincible! As they were heading out we met a couple middle aged men who rode the elevator with us at 6AM when we finally stumbled home..what are the odds it was like being caught sneaking in late at night by your dad.
After Bill's we headed to the MGM to get a photo for Jenn's cousin Casey of the Lion...now we did not realize how far this was and we also still had some stragglers with us. We apparently made an impression and they were "SOOOOO glad to had met us". They only told us this about 100 times. WE almost convinced them to leave us alone, but then through front glass doors was the glowing orange HOOTERS sign. We could not resist our love for food and our mouths were watering as we pictured orange sloppy wings. So we headed out for our second double date. Realizing the real restaurant was closed we had to settle for second best, which took us sitting down, getting up and then going back knowing we wouldn't be able to sleep without some type of food. The nice gentlemen from the booth next to us handed us over an appetizer wing to taste test what this place had to offer. It was good, but we still had a couple questions. Jenn ordered 10wings but wanted to know if they had orange sauce that drips down your fingers and you have to lick it off. The waiter was not amused said no and placed our order. Now the stragglers didn't order anything so Jenn and Sara dug right in and enjoyed their wings without the slightest insecurities or manners. Killed our meal in record time licked our lips and hitched us a cab home (the only way to loose the stragglers). At this point the girls had been home for a couple hours so we gave ourselves a pep talk to stay quiet and go right to bed...but we still were not tired. As we approached our door we lost it because the girls left the door open for us! 
We giggled our way to bed at 6am and set our alarms for 9am because good seats at the pool are priceless. No one joined us at the pool and lucky for them they missed the wind storm. Being our last night we soaked up the last rays we could and headed out to try and figure out a show to see that evening. Holding our dresses down with one hand we braved the winds, put on our own peep shows here and there, and purchased tix to Le Reve a cirque de soleil. Then we did the unthinkable. We primped and pampered ourselves until we looked like two classy looking broads. We looked so nice we even tricked ourselves!
The show was absolutely breath taking! a real spectacular performance! 5 stars and two thumbs way up from the travel nurses. However, we don't recommend going on 2 hour sleep because as Jenn found out it can be a very expensive nap! HA After the show we were craving some margaritas so we headed to Bill's, but JMoney was not working and was replaced with a less then stellar ginger. The crowd for the evening was also one that lacked something to be desired. Creepy 60+ers with googling eyes at a few nicely dressed ladies. To entertain ourselves we made a game of it and picked two of these men and asked the other who they would choose..again hours of entertainment with so many interesting birds in this world. We called it a night and headed home the next day. :(
As we were riding the final escalator up to the car we were saddened that another trip had come to an end. The conversation went a little like this,
Sara: Man two whole weeks of work
Jenn: 6 whole nights wasted
Sara: This is gonna suck
Jenn: But then we get to go to the Houston Rodeo
Sara: And then we fly out on Saturday morning to Florida
Jenn: Yea and we can check out another Houston Airport!
Basically we are more interested in how quick we can flee Houston...sad but true!
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