I've mentioned a few times how much I love my birthday. I know it's lame, but I really do. It's the only day dedicated to you - even when it's not.
This year, I was a lucky duck and received a plethora of birthday treats.
First, Andi and Ron flew up from Edmo to help ease my aging-related sorrows. We wandered around the city on Saturday, went to an Edmonton bar for lunch and the game and basically walked our asses off. Oh, we saw the Main Press Centre and heard many a foreign accent ... the Games are gonna be good.
I digress.
The evening was supposed to be ... normal. Sarin had offered up her place for a gathering - I was thinking a pizza party, with booze and treats, and that would be that.
That wasn't that at all!
My Vancouver bitches blew me away.
Priscilla, Sarin and Mariel had put together one hell of a party actually. Complete with Justin Timberlake cake (I think I yelped when it came out), grown-up Twister (no nudity), theme, jello shooters, background images, ambient lighting, music, chicken & waffles, fondue ...
The list goes on and on.
And the best part: I had no fucking clue.
I LOVE surprises.
They are just oodles of fun - unless they're bad surprises, then, well, they aren't fun at all.
Anyways. Team Vancouver really caught me off guard.
So my 29th year started off really great - I felt very special.
Also, a chick in the bathroom at work was shocked when I told her my age. So, I'm totally ok with 29.
I'm totally ok with 29. I'm totally ok with 29. I'm totally ok with 29.
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Vegas' Y Chromosomes
There are a lot of guys in Vegas.
A lot.
Not all of them were ... quality men. In fact, while most provided good stories, only one name was worth remembering. The rest just made for good blog fodder. I think Andi got the brunt of the creepers - she is super hot and well, I just look kinda angry most of the time. meh.
So here, because I know you have all be waiting to hear about the escapades of Andi and Iris - who, might I add, are a bit like a girl buffet, something for every taste. Now, to the boys of Las Vegas.
XS
While we are walking into the club, some guy just tells us to come with him, so we do and we end up getting in for free - we'll totally take the $20 savings each - however, we won't hangout with you another night. We're just not that into you.
Just because you do something nice, we are not obligated to spend more time with you. Your generosity is appreciated, but that is all.
As we are sitting down, a dude sits on the other side of Andi and starts to create a conversation - being polite, Andi obliges, until he asks "How tall are you?" When she answered, his response: "Cool! We're the same height - let's dance!!"
Seriously, has this worked before? Is it a turn-on to be the same height? Odd.
There was the cute Swiss boy - he was tall, European and well, very cute.And get this - he wasn't creepy! Also, yay for accents!
Boys - being cute and having an accent will always work in your favor. Always. Although, Nein sprechen sie Deutsch.
To the guy on the dancefloor that wouldn't leave Andi alone - yes, I pushed you and yes, I would do it again. Asshole.
Here's the thing - if a girl is unresponsive the first time you try to dance with her, it is likely that SHE DOESN'T WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU. Don't try three more times, just move on. Idiot.
Pure
Um, Pure was BAAAD. The club was pretty, but the boys were a critical fail. No seriously.
Upon arrival, Andi gets stopped by an Aussie who wanted to 'mate' her. As he was holding us both hostage with inane conversation, he starts to talk about his search for juice in Las Vegas.
huh? I'm still confused. JUST GO TO 7-11 and stop talking about it with random people.
After we had broken free from the small Aussie, Andi gets stopped again, but this time by an older dude. This guy wanted to 'guess' which province and city we were from.
Again, huh? Is this a game that works boys? This guessing game? Because it shouldn't and if it has, you have been LUCKY.
Lavo
Lavo was our last stop of Tuesday night and thank goodness. The music was good, the boys weren't as bad and well, we just wanted to dance.
When we sat down, Andi was approached by some random. This time, his topic of conversation was her job. When she mentioned that she works in an accounting office, he asked for two two-digit numbers and proceeded to try and multiply them .. IN HIS HEAD.
You get that she works in an accounting office and isn't actually Rain Man right? Ugh.
There was the old man that invited us to his table for champagne. Seriously, he was there by himself, with a couple of bottles and half naked woman flanking him - the girls weren't actually with him, but were at the club and he invited them over for company and free champagne.
Gross.
Vancouver
After all the Vegas cheesiness, we were happy to be back in Canada where the men are slightly frightened of women.
That was until we were leaving Josh's apartment and two dudes get into the elevator with us. The conversation went like this:
WHEN HAS THIS WORKED?! I mean, I am a fan of cheesy lines - if you are playing them as cheesy. These dudes were serious.
So, boys, the moral of the story:
Don't be a douchebag. If you want to chat with a girl, make sure she's actually interested in the conversation. No one's asking for deep conversation or anything, but give her something she can work with.
Above all else, remember: NO ED HARDY.
Tangent: What is it with Ed Hardy - why is this brand around? Who is wearing this shit? Who thinks it looks good? Please, stop buying Ed Hardy and buy a shirt with only a couple of colours and no bedazzled accessories. Even if you are from New Jersey - this is unacceptable. If you are from LA, well, it is just expected.
Ugh.
Sorry. So yes, the boys of Vegas were a'plenty, but the quality of Vegas was lacking.
Badly.
A lot.
Not all of them were ... quality men. In fact, while most provided good stories, only one name was worth remembering. The rest just made for good blog fodder. I think Andi got the brunt of the creepers - she is super hot and well, I just look kinda angry most of the time. meh.
So here, because I know you have all be waiting to hear about the escapades of Andi and Iris - who, might I add, are a bit like a girl buffet, something for every taste. Now, to the boys of Las Vegas.
XS
While we are walking into the club, some guy just tells us to come with him, so we do and we end up getting in for free - we'll totally take the $20 savings each - however, we won't hangout with you another night. We're just not that into you.
Just because you do something nice, we are not obligated to spend more time with you. Your generosity is appreciated, but that is all.
As we are sitting down, a dude sits on the other side of Andi and starts to create a conversation - being polite, Andi obliges, until he asks "How tall are you?" When she answered, his response: "Cool! We're the same height - let's dance!!"
Seriously, has this worked before? Is it a turn-on to be the same height? Odd.
There was the cute Swiss boy - he was tall, European and well, very cute.And get this - he wasn't creepy! Also, yay for accents!
Boys - being cute and having an accent will always work in your favor. Always. Although, Nein sprechen sie Deutsch.
To the guy on the dancefloor that wouldn't leave Andi alone - yes, I pushed you and yes, I would do it again. Asshole.
Here's the thing - if a girl is unresponsive the first time you try to dance with her, it is likely that SHE DOESN'T WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU. Don't try three more times, just move on. Idiot.
Pure
Um, Pure was BAAAD. The club was pretty, but the boys were a critical fail. No seriously.
Upon arrival, Andi gets stopped by an Aussie who wanted to 'mate' her. As he was holding us both hostage with inane conversation, he starts to talk about his search for juice in Las Vegas.
huh? I'm still confused. JUST GO TO 7-11 and stop talking about it with random people.
After we had broken free from the small Aussie, Andi gets stopped again, but this time by an older dude. This guy wanted to 'guess' which province and city we were from.
Again, huh? Is this a game that works boys? This guessing game? Because it shouldn't and if it has, you have been LUCKY.
Lavo
Lavo was our last stop of Tuesday night and thank goodness. The music was good, the boys weren't as bad and well, we just wanted to dance.
When we sat down, Andi was approached by some random. This time, his topic of conversation was her job. When she mentioned that she works in an accounting office, he asked for two two-digit numbers and proceeded to try and multiply them .. IN HIS HEAD.
You get that she works in an accounting office and isn't actually Rain Man right? Ugh.
There was the old man that invited us to his table for champagne. Seriously, he was there by himself, with a couple of bottles and half naked woman flanking him - the girls weren't actually with him, but were at the club and he invited them over for company and free champagne.
Gross.
Vancouver
After all the Vegas cheesiness, we were happy to be back in Canada where the men are slightly frightened of women.
That was until we were leaving Josh's apartment and two dudes get into the elevator with us. The conversation went like this:
Dude 1: Where did you ladies come from tonight?
Us: Um, just a friend's apartment
Dude 2: Of course they were in the building - where did you think they were, the sky?
Dude 1: Well, angels sometimes fall from heaven.
WHEN HAS THIS WORKED?! I mean, I am a fan of cheesy lines - if you are playing them as cheesy. These dudes were serious.
So, boys, the moral of the story:
Don't be a douchebag. If you want to chat with a girl, make sure she's actually interested in the conversation. No one's asking for deep conversation or anything, but give her something she can work with.
Above all else, remember: NO ED HARDY.
Tangent: What is it with Ed Hardy - why is this brand around? Who is wearing this shit? Who thinks it looks good? Please, stop buying Ed Hardy and buy a shirt with only a couple of colours and no bedazzled accessories. Even if you are from New Jersey - this is unacceptable. If you are from LA, well, it is just expected.
Ugh.
Sorry. So yes, the boys of Vegas were a'plenty, but the quality of Vegas was lacking.
Badly.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Black 17!
I love gambling. I know it is a total waste of money, but I really really love it. The thrill of winning, and in Vegas, the free booze.
Wednesday Andi and I dragged our hungover selves out of bed and across the street for some grease. Then the pool was calling our names.
Can we just talk about The Wynn for a second? I freaking love this hotel - two sinks in the bathrooms, automatic curtains, great buffet, huge rooms, and fresh fruit by the pool. I didn't want to leave, and if I didn't have to work, I may not have.
Post-sunning, Andi went upstairs, but I went to wander ... over to the roulette table! Yeah!!
After five hours, countless drinks and many chips I thought it was a good idea to get back to the room and get ready for the evening - after all, it was 7PM!
As I stumbled my way through the hotel, looking for a way out, I realized something ...
I was drunkity drunk drunk.
After a shower, and a change of clothes, we headed out for the evening, however, the best thing about this night was going to be the food and the conversation.
We were told to go to LAX at the Luxor. It was the worst ever. Seriously.
Although my favorite conversation of the night occurred at LAX:
Iris: I give this place 20 minutes and then we should leave
Andi: I give it 10
Andi: (25 seconds later)Let's just go now.
Good. Life. Choice.
Wednesday Andi and I dragged our hungover selves out of bed and across the street for some grease. Then the pool was calling our names.
Can we just talk about The Wynn for a second? I freaking love this hotel - two sinks in the bathrooms, automatic curtains, great buffet, huge rooms, and fresh fruit by the pool. I didn't want to leave, and if I didn't have to work, I may not have.
Post-sunning, Andi went upstairs, but I went to wander ... over to the roulette table! Yeah!!
After five hours, countless drinks and many chips I thought it was a good idea to get back to the room and get ready for the evening - after all, it was 7PM!
As I stumbled my way through the hotel, looking for a way out, I realized something ...
I was drunkity drunk drunk.
After a shower, and a change of clothes, we headed out for the evening, however, the best thing about this night was going to be the food and the conversation.
We were told to go to LAX at the Luxor. It was the worst ever. Seriously.
Although my favorite conversation of the night occurred at LAX:
Iris: I give this place 20 minutes and then we should leave
Andi: I give it 10
Andi: (25 seconds later)Let's just go now.
Good. Life. Choice.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Gluttons
We got up late on Tuesday. It was awesome.
When we woke up, we knew one thing - we were hitting the hotel's buffet. And we were excited.
If you haven't been, Vegas buffets are a thing of beauty - samplings from around the world, decadent desserts, and sometimes, champagne.
The Wynn's was truly magical. The room we ate in looked like something out of Alice and Wonderland and holy fuck were there desserts. Shot-sized tiramisu and rice pudding, ice cream, various cakes and tortes and good god nearly everything. I had 7 items from the dessert section and I have mentioned, I am not a huge dessert fan.
We sat, we gorged, and then we slept.
It was awesome.
That night, we went to Pure. You will read more about it soon enough. We promptly left there, and went to Lavo at the Venetian. The music was good, the boys were more up our alley and we danced.
We were even home early - 4:30.
See, we can be good too.
When we woke up, we knew one thing - we were hitting the hotel's buffet. And we were excited.
If you haven't been, Vegas buffets are a thing of beauty - samplings from around the world, decadent desserts, and sometimes, champagne.
The Wynn's was truly magical. The room we ate in looked like something out of Alice and Wonderland and holy fuck were there desserts. Shot-sized tiramisu and rice pudding, ice cream, various cakes and tortes and good god nearly everything. I had 7 items from the dessert section and I have mentioned, I am not a huge dessert fan.
We sat, we gorged, and then we slept.
It was awesome.
That night, we went to Pure. You will read more about it soon enough. We promptly left there, and went to Lavo at the Venetian. The music was good, the boys were more up our alley and we danced.
We were even home early - 4:30.
See, we can be good too.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Sinners and the City
Before you get Vegas, you get context.
My friend Andi and I worked at the hotel together. She is a couple years younger than I am, single and hot. We were planning on going to Amsterdam and Oktoberfest, but the months flew by and we forgot to save money. So, we went to Vegas because, well, you couldn't beat the deals.
Seriously, we actually were able to stay at the Wynn! I thought the only way I'd ever get to stay in a property like that was if someone else was paying for it.
Ok, so now you know.
As soon as we got there, we oohed and aahed at how lovely the property was. We dashed to the roomed and were blown away by it. So big! And everything was just perfectly appointed. We changed, darted to get some food and lazed by the pool. It was 37 degrees that first day.
Yes, you read that right.
After the pool, we napped, slept till midnight accidentally and got up to get ready. By the time we got to the club, it was 1AM and a pretty big sausage party. But we're troopers and tried to make the best of it. heh. It wasn't hard.
We drank, we danced, we chatted with boys, we almost got into a fight with one, we made new friends, oh and we got into the club for free.
We were awesome.
My friend Andi and I worked at the hotel together. She is a couple years younger than I am, single and hot. We were planning on going to Amsterdam and Oktoberfest, but the months flew by and we forgot to save money. So, we went to Vegas because, well, you couldn't beat the deals.
Seriously, we actually were able to stay at the Wynn! I thought the only way I'd ever get to stay in a property like that was if someone else was paying for it.
Ok, so now you know.
As soon as we got there, we oohed and aahed at how lovely the property was. We dashed to the roomed and were blown away by it. So big! And everything was just perfectly appointed. We changed, darted to get some food and lazed by the pool. It was 37 degrees that first day.
Yes, you read that right.
After the pool, we napped, slept till midnight accidentally and got up to get ready. By the time we got to the club, it was 1AM and a pretty big sausage party. But we're troopers and tried to make the best of it. heh. It wasn't hard.
We drank, we danced, we chatted with boys, we almost got into a fight with one, we made new friends, oh and we got into the club for free.
We were awesome.
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