Category: drinking


>out of the haze

>It was late… we had been out… and it was time for sleep.

Ben and I kissed and said good night… then I rolled over… scooting back into his body. His arm draped around me pulling me closer. His hand migrated quickly.. finding a resting spot on my shoulder. He slowly whisked his fingers back and forth. Electricity flew through my body…. I had been horny for some time… teasing the caged animal is never nice.

In my head… all I could think was “don’t start something you can’t finish”…. and part of me wanted to say it.. butttttt I didn’t want him to stop. In which he did- but replaced it with his leg sliding up and down on mine. This.. my friends.. is a very good sign. This.. is not some random affection.

In my state (I had been drinking), some of the details are fuzzy.

His fingers snaked around… up my thigh and between my legs. They parted slightly…. giving him ample room to do his work. He touched me… and I sighed… finger the pressure on my clit. Minutes passed.. him working me over… me wiggling as I could feel the orgasm growing.

Ben leaned into my ear, “I want you to suck my cock”…. and of course… I eagerly turned to do so. My lips parted… taking just the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around… taking my time. Inch by inch I would go deeper with each bob of my head till I was at the base…. hitting the back of my throat.

From there things get a little hazy. At some point… he grabbed a handful of hair… pulling me to the edge of the bed where he slammed his cock back into my mouth… slowly fucking it. His hands wandered… roughly finding things to keep his fingers occupied with. Though… I certainly didn’t mind.

Soon he bent forward… pushing himself deeper.. face next to my sex. He opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into my tender flesh. I groaned with a full mouth.. not expecting the harsh treatment. He bit over and over… different places… different amounts of pressure till he finally rewarded my pain with pleasure.

His tongue danced over my clit… flicking it with vigor… making my body squirm. My fingers sank into his thighs… my breathing quickened. Until. He stopped.

He turned me over.. and plunged hard and deep into my wet pussy… the time for teasing.. was done. I pushed back into him… our motions became one together. My fingers dug into the sheets… moaning and screaming. His hands…. on my hips.. pulling me into him. And time passed…. the world stood still… all that mattered then… was that.

When he came… we collapsed into each other…. all tired and content. It was time to sleep though.. the red numbers stared back at us…. 2:57 am. Time for bed indeed.

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>I kicked off my birthday on Saturday morning… yes… a day early. When I woke up… I realized that my clothes that I had washed the night before…. were in fact still wet. I groggily stumbled through the house… noticing that Ben had left the light on in the kitchen/dining room when he had left for work.

Now.. here is where I’m going to make us look a little lame. We had a poker party on New Year’s Eve right? Well we had hung a HNY banner… well that we never took down. Why you ask? Well… honestly I have no idea why we have not taken it down… so yes…

I noticed said banner on the table… and thought it was kind of odd… that he would take it down, he must have got tired of looking at it right? I kept walking… then tossed my clothes into the dryer. I figured that I had a few minutes to pass before I could get dressed… so I sat down on the couch to check my email… that is when I noticed this..

I called him to thank him… then got dressed for work. I headed out the door… then found his next surprise…

He also filled my car with balloons and a blinkie “It’s my birthday” pin… it was very sweet.

The rest of the day was uneventful… other than my allergies kicking my ass… by the end of the work day.. I was feeling pretty shitty. I had to buck it up though… I had a party to go to. A co-worker of mine is moving.. and we were having a going away party.

I jumped in the shower and headed out shortly after. We planted ourselves in the bar of the restaurant. I ordered my first drink almost immediately. After a hour of being there… I had downed three… and was feeling no pain.

Ben joined us shortly after…. he was there to pick me up after work basically…. no driving for Sierra. Needless to say.. I was giggly.. and kinda stupid. Buttttttttttt I had a great time… before I passed out when we got home.

I can only imagine the stories that will be told about me at work on Tuesday…

>My father was a drunk.

As far back as I can remember… he drank… sometimes to excess… but certainly every single day of the end of his life.

Apparently… he was not always like this… my half brothers tell a story of a very different man. A man whom was the stand up type… someone you would look up to. A good family man… a preacher… and somewhere… somehow.. that all changed. No one has ever told me why… and perhaps… no one ever really knew why… except him. My Dad was tight lipped about all things in his past. Now that he is gone… all that is left is the questions… that will never have answers.

When I was born, my Dad was in his 50’s already… his life more than half over. I’m not sure why he felt the need to have another child… perhaps I was an opps… I would not doubt that for a moment. I don’t know if my parents married before or after the revelation of my impending birth… but either way… they married.

I remember being four. My Mom had went to the store to pick something up.. leaving me with him. He had been drinking… a poor choice in my opinion to leave a little girl with a drunken person.. parent or not. At the time my only friend was my very older cousin’s dog. He and I went everywhere together.

Dad went into the house to go to the bathroom… leaving me outside. I, of course, wandered off into the woods following my “friend” into the depths of the swamp. I remember being knee deep in water… scared and crying because the dog had taken off faster than I could keep up… and so.. I was lost.

At some point I was found… and of course… punished. This my friends… is my earliest memories.. having my ass beat by my drunken father… because he was too gone to make sure I followed him into the house. Nice. Granted, I shouldn’t have wandered off… but I was FOUR. I still hold a bit of resentment for that…. probably always will.

There are stories just like that littered throughout my childhood. When I became old enough to fight back… I did. My mother surely never stood up for me.. even when I was right. She just “wanted to stay out of it”. It was not a very fun environment to grow up in to say the least.

I remember when he moved out of the house and into a camper trailer on our land…. how he would never work… and how he would spend hours laying in bed doing crosswords and smoking with lines of empty beer cans against the bed. In all of my memories… few are good ones of him.

This man drank till the day he died.. literally. He had drank for so many years of his life.. that he could not go a day without at least one drink… it was sad really… I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and resentful all in the same thought. I never really got why I deserved the father that was cut off from the world.. and why my brothers… had a Dad that was always there for them.

And now.. I’m an adult… shouldering the ghosts of my past… realizing the damage his drinking did in my life. How when Ben drinks… it upsets me… not because he’s an ass… or hurts me.. quite the opposite.. he is a funny drinker. But subconsciously… I feel this… I don’t know how to describe it… perhaps its bitterness… or maybe even fear. I know deep down that Ben is not going to be like my Dad…. he would never put me through having a drunk as a husband. However… I just hate when he drinks.. for no good reason. It is so far and few between…. and yet… it just eats me up inside. I’m fairly certain that is why I can only stomach one or two drinks now…. or why I was never really a partier.

It’s amazing the scars we leave on our children…. it makes me fearful of the ones I will leave on mine. No matter how wonderful a parent.. there is bound to be something… some impression that you leave on them… that is not a good one. One thing is for sure… I will never have them live through the horrors of a drunken parent… no way.

>First off… Happy 2009… a fresh start and so forth. It feels like just another day to me… but… yeah. I hope everyone is feeling well on this rainy New Year’s Day… I know Ben… is not.

So last night we had a poker party as stated in my previous post. Everyone filed in shortly after 8… booze in tow… and few donned my party attire… but the ones who did were to coolest kids in the house (hehe… I, of course, was one of the few).

We had a mixed bunch last night… a handful of our kinky friends, some of Ben’s work buddies (non judgemental ones), and my sister and brother-in-law. My sister is kind of a prude.. she can be fun sometimes… but other times… she is the type of person who if its not something she’s into… then its gross or wrong.

Very early on in the night it came out that I swallow.. she thought this was gross. The way I see it… if your man is willing to go down on YOU then how is it any different…. poor brother-in-law. But whatever… if that’s how she wants to be… sexually closed off… that is her problem and she is the one missing out on lots of fun times.

The drinks poured and lots of poker was played. It was a really fun night.. filled with laughter.. (and some snorting… heh…). One of our chairs fell apart on someone… which was funny as hell. Apparently I was fondled while my eyes were covered…. and yes.. there’s a picture to prove it. Ben got totally wasted… poor thing.. I’ve seen him drunk… but never seen him get sick. Last night was a first for that. I hate that I couldn’t do anything for him- but that was after everyone went home.

At some point in the night…. we were throwing around streamers… and Ben wrapped some around my throat from behind and pulled. My sister was like “looks like he’s into bondage tonight”… which is shocking coming from her.. she was totally cool last night. That was awesome. BUT all our kinky friends were over on their part of the table giggling their asses off at that one… if she only knew.

We did watch the ball drop… and had champaign.. which I hate.. but took a sip of. All in all it was one hell of a fun night. It went off without any issues.. and I’m so thankful for that. You just never know what will happen when you get a group of different types of people together. They just all proved to me what great people they all are… and why we have them in our lives.

So, good bye to 2008… and hello 2009… I hope that this year is just as good as the last… if not better. I look forward to many fun…. touching… and erotic moments… and wish you all the same!

>poker night

>Saturday night we had a poker party at our place as I said in an earlier post. It was… an interesting night to say the least. I got up at 5:30 am on Saturday and did not make it to bed till almost 6:00 am on Sunday.

Work was hell that day.. it was very busy… too much work and not enough time to do it in. Needless to say I was happy to come home. I got off at 2:30 pm. I went home and posted a blog… showered and then our friend Smith showed up.

He needed to go shopping for some new jeans… and so we all piled into Ben’s car and went around. We got home around six. The guys started setting up the table and chairs and I started fixing our dinner-nachoes.

Everyone showed up around seven. There was lots of booze involved and we were having a great time. I won the first hand of the night… which is always nice. I think in all I only won three hands though… but whatever.. it’s not about the money.. it was about having fun.

As the night progressed my brother in law and husband were very drunk… along with two of our girl friends. This is where the guys started asking to see boobs (their word lol). At first it was only cleavage… fearing that my sister and I would be upset…. which is NOT the case. I said I really didn’t care.

So this is when the breasts came out of the bras. There were tons of pics taken and I started calling Ben the porn director (only because he’d be like “Jan… what do you have for me now?”). Soon this settled down and Smith took off a little after elevan because he had to be at work early the next day.

Around midnight my sister and her husband took off and all that was left was Gail and Jan. We all sat around and bs’ed and in this process I found something out about my ex (funny… Gail is my ex’s ex… weird huh?). This disturbed me greatly.. and as I cannot go into details.. I will say I’m sorry for that.

Shortly after that… they left… and I told Ben about what I found out… he was very pissed about it. I knew I wouldn’t sleep unless I knew the truth and so I went to his parents house (where he lives) to find out the truth.

I got the truth.. and all hell broke loose. The whole family ended up coming over… and there was drama galoure. It was a nightmare. It didn’t finally simmer down until around 5:30 am… and Ben and I went home.

The party was a blast.. we had a great time.. I just wish the after part had not happened. It was not fun at all. Now the whole family is just trying to get past it and pick up the peices… and thats always fun.

>what a night

>So last Saturday night was rather interesting to say the least. Ben had to work on Sunday, which is usually one of our days off together, and we’d have to go to bed early on Saturday so he could get up on time for work. I really didn’t want to do this… and the girls had invited me to go clubbing with them. I wanted to do that and Ben told me to go and have fun.

We had plans to leave a little early cause we had free passes and didn’t want to get passed the free admission time…. but surprise… we didn’t. My friends Dionna and Angela are notorious for being late. Turns out there we eight of us going, which included me, so we took two cars.

Once we got there… Angela was already hammered. We headed to the club (the Vault) and got in fairly quickly. Not many people were there but we made a beeline to the bar. We weren’t leaving for at least three hours so I knew it would be safe to have just one drink (and I did.. I’m a good girl).

After we all got our drinks we stood around just bullshitting. Angela was being goofy like always and she was dancing backwards out onto the empty floor. She didn’t care.. she was that far gone. Jared said he wanted to go to Jake’s, another club around the corner. I couldn’t have agreed more.. it was pretty dead.

So we all headed to Jake’s… Jared ended up paying for half the people to get in and told them if he did they had to stay for a while. Everyone was down for that. Once inside we all headed to the dance floor.

We weren’t there twenty minutes when Dionna and her friend, Rose, decided they wanted to go back to the Vault. Somewhere along the line, we ran into Ben (see a few posts back). Ben offered to buy Angela a drink.. even though she certainly didn’t need another one. Personally I think he was trying to fuck her… but that is just my thought.

Dionna started getting upset with Angela… I broke in between them to cool the situation. I told Dionna I’d take care of her and for them to just go ahead and go back to the other club. I gave Angela a glass of water, made her drink it, and pulled her ass back out on the floor to dance.

Soon Angela decided she needed to go to the bathroom and said she’d be back. Fifteen minutes passed and I was starting to wonder where she was. I asked Jared’s friends and him if they had seen her… which they hadn’t. Jared and I decided that we’d go look for her if she wasn’t back by the end of the song.

Sure enough, she wasn’t so we headed to the bathroom. No Angela. His friends and I looked through the club and went outside. No Angela. Jared and I went back inside… I sent him into the men’s bathroom just in case she was just that drunk. No Angela. We swept the club..again then back outside. No Angela.

We decided to go over to the Vault just in case… left his friends outside Jake’s. Just as we turned the corner.. off by the Vault was Angela bebopping down the side walk. I yelled out to her… asked her what she was doing.. and told her never to do that again… I was sooo worried. I thought something bad had happened. This is where she says she went looking for Dionna but couldn’t find her.

So into the Vault we go. No Dionna or Rose. We go back to Jakes… they are not there either… and now we’ve managed to loose Jared’s friends. Ugh. Angela in tow we go back to the Vault… up the stairs… we finally run into two of his friends, Robert and Sierra (wild huh?). Angela takes them downstairs to go dance.

Jared and I continue on our hunt for our drunken friends. Down the stairs we go… when lo and behold.. there is Dionna and April. I’m irritated by now and just want to go home. I felt like we were babysitting. Finally we all managed to be on the dance floor but were missing Robert. Jared texts him… he’s at Jake’s.

So the world is right again… I go outside and sit down.. it is like 1 am. After a few minutes of a breather I go back in.. dance a little bit but am not having much fun. Jared and I decide we want to go home… so we start rounding everyone up…. or so we think. By 1:30 we head outside… just the two of us.. thinking they are following us.

We soon find out they are not.. and we sit outside freezing our asses off waiting for them because we cannot go back in now. Around 1:45 Robert comes rolling up talking about how he just had the best conversation with some guy and his girlfriend. So here we are… waiting…. freezing.

Finally the girls come rolling out. Dionna, Angela, and Rose are all falling over each other. Angela and Rose decide to take their shoes off… I hurry them along… eager to get home by then. They decide they want a hot dog outside of Jake’s.

This is where I took Jared’s friends and piled them in my car leaving Jared with Angela, Dionna, and Rose. We four get in my car and start our hour drive home. I call Jared a few times but get no answer… thinking they just must have the music loud and don’t worry.

I’m about 20 miles out of town when my phone rings.. its Jared.

“Hey Jare Bear… how’s everything- oh you’re IPOD is in my glove box, right?”

“Yeah it is… but we have a problem- you might need to come back”

“What?”, I said as I pulled the car off the road.

“The girls got into a fight and now Dionna won’t let Angela in the car.”

I sigh… get a little bit of the story and ask for Dionna to be put on the phone.

“Hey Dionna… you need to get in the car.. Jared is going to drive you guys home”

The response I get is somewhat calm but soon turns to her bashing Angela. I’m getting more and more upset saying that we are all going home tonight and she needs to just get in the car. By the end Im screaming for her to “get in the fucking car” then tell her to give the phone back to Jared.

I tell him that I don’t care what happens… get them in the car.. we’re going home. In th background I can hear Angela screaming and tell him to let me talk to her. Again I’m calm at first but become pretty agitated quickly… telling her to get in the car. She says she would but Dionna won’t let her.

By now I’m pissed and tell her to give the phone back to Jared.

“I’m coming back and you tell those fuckers I’m pissed cause this is bullshit.”

I end the call. There is no exits near to turn around so instead I use one of this turn arounds that is illegal for people to use. I didn’t care… I was pissed… I was tired.. and I wanted to go home.

Half way back Jared and I are on the phone again… nothing has changed… told him I’d be there in ten minutes.

I just pull off the exit… going around the curves quickly with two passed out drunk people in my backseat when my phone rings. It’s Jared- they’ve got into the car. By then I had had it. I told him to stay there because I had not just drove back twenty miles just to turn around again.

I pull up shortly after.. get out of the car… slam the door. I go up to a quiet SUV and begin to lay into them.

“This is bullshit… why did I have to come back and deal with this? I’ve babysat all night and all I want to do is go home”.

Angela has her arms crossed staring out the window.. Dionna is doing the same. This is where Dionna lays into Angela again.. I scream that I dont care what happened.

“Jared give me my keys and get out” Dionna said

“NO! We’re all going home tonight.. Jared is driving you guys home” I screamed.

“I’m just going to sleep here”, she said back.

I start to freak out again… that we are ALL going home and Jared is driving. Then I snatch open Angela’s door realizing that Jared would not have a peaceful drive home.

“Get out of the car! You’re going with me… GET OUT OF THE CAR!”.

By then I’m freaking out and Angela is franticly trying to get out. Once securely in my car.. we all leave. Angela rants for like twenty minutes before she passes out.

The story as I get it now is this. Jared wanted a hot dog… but didn’t have any money left. Rose and Dionna were going to eat their hot dog in front of him and not give theirs up or buy him one. Angela called them out on it.. saying it was bullshit because Jared had babysat them all night and was being their designated driver.

Apparently this is where all hell broke loose and I was called.

Through the drive home.. Jared and I called each other to check in. We were like ten minutes away from home when I get a call from him (its almost 4 am by now).

Dionna’s car ran out of gas this time. Seriously… if anything else could go wrong.

I sigh.. turn around… AGAIN. Go get gas and a gas can to get them off the side of the road. $17 later I’m helping put the gas in the car so we can all just go home.

I dropped Jared’s friends off at his house… went and picked up Jared and Rose from Dionna’s house then dropped them off. By the time I made it home it was a little after 4:30 am. I climbed into bed and wished I had just stayed home that night.

Seriously it was a night from hell… I’ve decided never to be a DD for them ever again.. or if I do… to not babysit… but that is unlikely. I cannot explain how happy I was to be in bed next to Ben when I got home… it was a great feeling.

>Saturday night some friends and I went out dancing. I haven’t been clubbing in years.. literally. Not since 2001. It’s something I’ve wanted to do again for a while but never really had anyone who enjoyed that to go with. Ben does not like to dance… which bums me out. But, you take a person for who they are… and so I just accept that fact.

He was supposed to go with us but in the end he texted me and told me he really didn’t want to go. A friend of his was going to go as well to keep him busy while we danced, but he ended up with too much to do so he wasn’t able to go. Ben didn’t want me to be mad at him… and I wasn’t… I was just bummed out that we weren’t going to be spending the evening together.

I got all made up trying hard not to be sad. When he got home, we’d only have fifteen minutes together before I had to meet up with my friends. He walked in and the look on his face made me feel amazing. He told me how sexy I looked… and hugged me tight.

We chatted for a bit and then I headed off. We all were supposed to leave at 8:30… but ended up not making it out of town till closer to 10. My friends are always late like this.. which drives me nuts because Im always on time, if not early.

The weather was nothing less than shitty. This was kind of surprising because it was clear in town and then for ten miles up the interstate. All of the sudden the roads got slushy and I saw tons of break lights up ahead. I sighed… someone from the back seat said we should probably go back… knowing what I know now, I wish I had put this particular person (Rose) out on the side of the road and kept going (hehe).

I decided to keep going in hopes that it would clear up and not get worse. Throughout the whole one hour drive we had spats of rain, snow, and then clear skies. It was kind of strange. When it did snow.. I had to drive slow because of the angle it was coming down…. which made it difficult to see.

I trudged on and by the time we made it to the city we going to… it was clear skies… just really cold. We drank some in the car… I had like half a drink and decided I really didn’t want to drink after all. The rest of them chugged down their drinks and we climbed out to walk the two blocks to get to the club. We left our coats cause it would be warm inside… but paid for it all the way there. I clung to my friend Jared to keep warm.. he’s such a sweetheart.

We walked up and started paying to get in when some random guy recognized my friend Angela. She and I stood there talking to him… he was obviously drunk already. (Perhaps this is where I should say this is a gay club… which are way more fun than regular clubs because its about having fun and dancing.. not the hook up. The only gay person in our group was Jared). This guy (funny enough his name was Ben lol) was hitting on Angela and I.. which was kinda weird but whatever. He kept like touching us… it made me feel kind of uncomfortable.

He told Angela she was cute.. then looked at me and said I was too. I said thanks but that I was married… showed him my ring. He seemed to think that was a bad thing for me… but assured him I was happy. He said I had this bad girl look that was trying to be good…. whatever that is supposed to mean. They exchanged phone numbers and we made our way to the dance floor.

All five of us danced pretty hard… I could feel the burn in my legs. I was for sure that Id pay for it the next day but surprisingly didn’t. Rose and Dionna broke off first and went to get drinks. They returned shortly… we were still dancing. At some point someone bumped into Rose and spilled some of her drink on her hand… she got all pissy about it. I’m not sure what she was expecting… I mean, hello honey, its a crowded DANCE floor. She was a stick in the mud most of the night.

Jared and Angela ran into this “hot” guy that they would stalk for the rest of the night between being on and off the dance floor. They had met the last time they went clubbing. Supposedly he was gay and had a boyfriend. Over the course of the night we began to question this as he was making his rounds around the room kissing random girls, not guys. Towards the very end, he was making out with this VERY unattractive chick. It was gross to be honest.. not because of the whole thing.. but because of how many girls he had kissed that night.

Angela overheard this guy and his friend talking as closing time came saying something about him not being able to close the deal. Our only thoughts is that he’s not gay and that he was just trying to pick unsuspecting drunk girls up. Loser.

We made our way out.. surprised it was already closing time…. time sure does pass when you’re having fun. Dionna and Rose wanted hot dogs from the stand right outside so we stood around talking. Some random guy started talking to us… he had a hand held breathalysers.. obviously you drink too much if you need one of those. We had a whole interaction about this hehe.

So after they got their hot dogs we headed to the car and made our trek back home. We had a blast but I totally missed Ben and wished he had come. He might have been right- he might have been bored.. but then again.. maybe he wouldn’t have. I guess we’ll never know.

I called him when I got to the car cause he had texted me. He had told me he’d wait up for me… and even though it was two am.. he was indeed still awake. I told him I was about to head home and said I was going to rape him when I got there *evil grin*.

I can’t wait to do this again… hopefully next time Ben will come…. I was horny with all that dancing then… I can only imagine if I were dancing with him watching…. yep.. 🙂

>Vegas baby!

>So we got married in Vegas and now have decided to visit there again for our anniversary. I love this city! It has a great feel to it.. and lets be honest.. how many cities can you walk down the street drinking? I mean… seriously! Its also one of the only places you need a neck strap to carry around a margarita. 🙂 This will be my third trip there. My first trip there in August of 2006 was not something that was very pleasant, but nevertheless I did fall in love with the place.

I went with my best friend at the time for her 21st birthday. It was hot obviously cause it was August… it was like in the upper 90’s even at night… I was really surprised that even at night it didn’t cool off. We got there around noon and made a beeline for the hotel. We stayed at Excalibur, which isn’t a bad hotel but very Motel 6ish in my humble opinion. It served its purpose though… a place to lay our heads down.

We dropped our stuff off and headed out to explore the city. Pretty much from the moment that we hit Vegas, she was bitching about how hot it was… and after a while, this would wear me thin. I mean obviously its going to be hot… hello!

We hadn’t eaten anything in hours and decided to get some food. We picked a buffet, Spice Market at what was at the time the Alladin. The line was long to wait in but I had heard really good things about it. She was tired, hot, and bitchy. I wanted to tell her to suck it up.. we were in Vegas.. have a good time.. but I just kept it to myself.

When we finally got in.. the food was great and we stuffed ourselves. She was a little nicer after she got food.. which was nice. We made our way out onto the strip. This is where she bitched about the hotels being so far apart. I am not sure what she really expected. I expected it to be hot.. but fun… a city with lots of potential to have fun. Little did I know at the time how much I would regret ever coming on this trip.

After an afternoon of exploring, we went back to the hotel and showered for a night out. We got all dressed up and caught a cab to a club. It was mid-week so kinda not a lot going on. They did have a live band, though, which made it more fun. We started the night of drinks with a shot of tequila followed with a watermelon pucker mixed drink. From there on…. it was all tequila sunrises for me.

We found a table… and drank drink after drink… I lost count. Im not sure what it is about that place that makes you want to drink yourself silly but it had that affect on me. By 1 am I was pretty trashed. We had been taking turns getting drinks… and it was my turn. I walked across the room… feeling pretty dizzy and sat the empty cups on the counter… next thing I knew.. there was fresh drinks. Now see, I’m not sure if I asked for the drinks or the bartender just knew… either was… it was a bit unsettling.

I went back to the table.. spilling some on my way back. We drank that down and I tried to talk her into getting another shot of tequila. She didn’t, mainly cause she didn’t think she could walk over there. So with that, we decided it was time to go back to the hotel.

We stumbled out… laughing all the way. A cab pulled up and we fell into it. He asked where to.. and if we had money (which I find funny.. but I guess its a good question to ask anyone drunk). We whisked off out of the parking lot… we were still laughing… at nothing, but still having fun doing it. He was driving quickly which made us fall into each other and provoked more laughing fits.

It wasn’t long before he pulled up to the hotel, she paid (I paid for the ride there) and we went in. I’m sure we were quite the sight, all drunk and stumbling into each other. I remember getting about two thousand yards in and was walking by the poker pit.. they were all kind of glancing over at us. If I had been sober, I would have been very embarrassed. Luckily I wasn’t.

From there, through the casino… up thirty-six floors… down to the end of the hallway… until I was sitting in between our beds… I blacked out. I had only blacked one time before…. but I was fully functional this time. It is kind of scary to think I did all that and don’t remember. Apparently we were a riot on the elevator, I wish I could remember.

I called someone at this point and left a voicemail… they called me back.. but honestly… I couldn’t tell you who I called. It wasn’t two minutes I was off the phone before I puked on the side of her bed. The room spun…. I was the drunkest I have ever been… even to this day. From there I crawled into the bathroom and into the shower. I guess she put towels down. I didn’t care about that though… all I cared about was how incredibly sick I was. Being drunk is no fun if you’re sick.

I turned the shower on and laid in the bottom where I proceeded to moan in pain.. and puke some more. It was really gross… and really horrible. I felt like I was going to die. I do not know how long I stayed in the bathroom before I decided to finally get out of there.

I dried off and managed to make it back to my bed…. pulling the trashcan up next to me. It served well later throughout the night. I had waves of good sleep and then laying there trying to sleep in severe pain. I am pretty sure I had alcohol poisoning.. but not sure about that.

The next morning I insisted that my friend not stay and ruin her trip because I was sick. Lucky for her she just had a bad hangover.. apparently she can handle more liquor than me. She went out while I stayed in bed not feeling much better. Around two she came back and I decided I needed food even though the idea wasn’t that great sounding.

I went and showered again…. threw up two more times.. once in the shower and then in the sink. It was lovely, let me tell you. We grabbed some lunch and decided to do some more looking around. I wasn’t going to waste anymore of the day even if I felt like shit.

That night we had show tickets. It was fun… we enjoyed it very much and by then I was feeling some better… which was good. After the show we went and showered again and dressed up for another night on the town. I swore I wouldn’t drink again… but of course, as dark fell.. I had a margarita in my hand. I drank it slowly and ended up throwing half of it away.

We threw out the idea of going to another club.. it just didn’t seem like fun anymore. We decided to check out the fountains at Bellagio and the pirate show down at Treasure Island. We had no idea how long the strip was… but decided to walk. We changed out minds quickly and hopped onto the bus.

Tension was growing. I guess she was angry with me for being sick. But hell, she had drank as much as me.. how was I to know I would get that sick? She was pissy because of the heat and her feet hurt with the heels she had on. I wasn’t feeling great either but was bound and determined to make the most of it.

We got off right before Treasure Island and walked. It was super packed in front… we couldn’t see a thing. The more we drilled ourselves into the crowd… the hotter it got. It was at least fifteen degrees hotter in the pack of people. I guess she got stepped on.. which further fueled her pissy mood and turned around and walked off. I followed her.. asking her what was wrong. And this is where it happened. She started bitching at me.. fighting with me about all the things she was pissed off about. It was crazy… I can see being bummed, but pissed off?

I had enough and just stopped talking. I couldn’t get my point across and she wasn’t willing to really listen… so I said fuck it. We waited for the bus to go back to the hotel not speaking to one another. It pulled up and we filed on. I put a twenty into the machine.. I was going to buy a five dollar pass. What I didn’t know is that it doesn’t give change.. there is a sign.. but its down by the ground where you couldn’t possibly see it.

I get irritated when the bus driver explains that to me. So I turned to her and took her five so that I would only be out ten dollars. She didn’t understand what I was doing and proceeds to get upset with me again. I try to explain. I should have explained before I took the money, but I was pretty worked up at that point.

So I gave her a ticket and walked up the stairs to the top of the bus. I sat, she sat behind me. We did not talk the whole time. I began thinking have stupid this was and that she was my best friend. She was the only person I knew there and I was not going to spend the next couple days arguing with her.

We got close to our stop and got up and walked down the stairs. I guess she hit her head on the way down, only making her more angry. At the bottom level we were standing next to each other holding on so not to fall over. I looked at her and said I was sorry. Her response was whatever. That was enough for me.

When he got to the stop I stormed off the bus and to the elevator to the casino level. She followed after me… telling me to wait and screaming at me about all kinds of shit. I told her I wasn’t going to argue with her. It was horrible. Here we are in front of all these people screaming at each other.

When we made it into the casino she took off for the room and I stayed down at the slots. I was angry and was not going to sit in that room with her. I had been sitting there for five minutes when my phone rang. It was her… she had somehow lost her room key. She asked if I could come open the room… I said sure and hung up.

I went up stairs, she was sitting on the ground and stood as she saw me walking up. I opened the door pushed it open for her and then turned and left again. This time I decided to go explore and walked over to Luxor. I called Ben… but he was asleep. I really needed him… I needed someone to talk to.. to rant to…. to make me feel better. That never happened.

After a hour of walking around I was really tired and went up to the room. She was in bed sleeping when I got in there and so I changed and crashed.

The next morning we made up… but that day stuck in my head and all I wanted to do was go home. It was no fun anymore. She showed me her true colors and I could never see her as my friend ever again. She was never the same in my eyes.

After the trip we remained friends but that did not last long. We grew apart quickly and at some point stopped talking all together. Most people said it was because she was jealous of the relationship Ben and I had. I think I tend to agree. I think there are some people that just cannot be happy for you.

Anyways… despite that, I did like it there and was determined to go again and have a blast. The next time I was in Vegas, I was marrying my Ben. This trip was a million times better. I hesitate to use the word perfect, but it really was.

So, yep… we’re off to Vegas again… in less than a month! I cannot wait to get away from work and life and just have fun. Hopefully I will have a few good stories to tell when I get back!