Ive heard tale after tale of “Vegas” in my last 4 years of college, but had never experienced it for myself. It seemed like the most dirty, ridiculous example of American exceptionalism possible. Slots machines in the bathroom? Pimps on every corner? Raging night clubs dripping in sweat and coke? If that is going to exist anywhere, I guess Nevada, USA shouldn’t be that surprising. Everyone that I’d talked to who had gone to Las Vegas loved it, and although I was a bit skeptical, I was still curious. So, when a group of Delta Gamma seniors decided to plan a trip – I jumped right in! I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a quintessential college experience after all…
We decided to go last weekend, in order to really celebrate the greatness of MLK’s contributions to American history. Kidding, but that is when we went. We arrived on Saturday afternoon and got settled into the hotel. There were 6 girls and 2 king beds – cozy! We explored the Strip for a while and I learned that prostitutes have calling cards that get flicked at you every 100 meters on the street. At first I thought they were coupons? We went to a few shops in the Venetian and then headed back to the room to get ready for the night. We went to dinner and then headed to a nice club, Tao!
Being a group of females with a few weak connections to ‘promotors,’ we were led to a table and given free drink wristbands. We proceeded to dance, get stuck in weird bathrooms with transparent doors that only turned opaque once you figured out the complicated lock, meet some other Vegas-ers from USC and Utah, dance more, and then trudged back to the hotel a few hours later.
For reasons unbeknownst to us, we all awoke at 9 am the next morning. I had taken my trusty B vitamins before falling asleep and was feeling pretty fine, just a bit tired. That day we explored more and a few of the girls went to a huge buffet at the Wicked Spoon. Shelby and I didn’t want to wait in line, so we walked down the Strip, went to the Sugar Factory, and got dinner at our hotel. That night, we went to a club opening at the Wynn and were seated at a table with bottle service. It is the weirdest concept. These groups of people pay 1 to 2 THOUSAND dollars for these tables and the clubs shuffle in groups of (mostly) females to accompany them. But they don’t talk to you. Its like you are decorative piece of furniture…
We just sat there for a while and drank some champagne and chatted with one another. Eventually, we left the table to go dance a bit. Later that night, we moved on to another club, XS, but the line was a couple hours long. Feeling dejected, we all sat on a bench in the hotel to try to figure out what to do. Random group of dudes to the rescue! We joined a group and went inside and almost immediately a few of us got split up.
That was probably bad sign #1.
I bumped into this really sweet girl and we started chatting. She introduced me to her boyfriend and he seemed really nice too and we were all just hanging out and watching all the people going nuts on the dance floor. They offered to get me a drink, which I thought seemed odd but nice, and we waited in line for that for a while. Later, we maneuvered over to the dance floor and were just having good time dancing to techno mixes and some top 40 hits. But then, it got a little weird…. The boyfriend seemed to be kind of flirtatious, but right in front of his girlfriend. And then the girlfriend started to seem almost flirty…. And it was just weird.
And then it dawned on me.
I am so naive. I should have figured that out in the first 5 minutes, or at least when they offered to get me a drink, but no, ohhhh no, I just thought I had met some nice Californians. Once I realized what was going on, I pulled the girlfriend aside and said something along the lines of “Y’all are really great, but I dont think I am quite what you are looking for. I am sure you wont have a problem though!”
Her response was “You dont like us?!?!” I proceeded to assure her that they were great and then hightailed my behind outta there.
I wondered around for a couple minutes before finding a few of my friends.We agreed that we were tired and ready to go so we cabbed it back to the hotel, full of stories and blistered feet.