what happens in vegas… day one

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Preface: Amanda asked me to be her maid of honor but I politely declined because she is hella boujee (she is not 5 Star, btw), we’re not besties but she calls me her bestie. Honestly, I’m closer with 5 Star than with Amanda. Plus, I had zero desire (or time) to organize a big fat production and absolutely no interest in getting stuck with the bill, which I have a very strong feeling will happen.

Funny enough, she once told me that her man thinks that I’m “lowkey high maintenance.” Whatever that means. Instead of taking accepting her request, I took her out to a nice steak dinner to celebrate her upcoming nuptials. Afterward, she asked me to be a part of her bridal party, even after I’d said no to being a bridesmaid. That was super sweet of her so I accepted.

Airport shenanigans

After work, I rushed straight to the airport to catch my flight to Las Vegas. Of course, it couldn’t just be simple—my flight was delayed twice and the gate kept changing. Fun times.

I went to the bathroom and the woman in the stall next to me was having probably the worst day of her life. She was violently wretching and having explosive diarrhea at the same time. The floor had Pepto Bismol strewn all over. I asked her if she was alright, and she screamed at me, that I should mind my own business. Alrighty then… I was just trying to help.

Back at the gate, chaos continued to brew. Apparently, a woman had gotten so drunk on her return flight back to SoCal that sheriffs and paramedics were called. Her man made sure everyone around knew about it. We hadn’t even gotten on the plane yet, and it was supposed to leave in ten minutes. Meanwhile, whatever extra time I had prepared before meeting my friends were dwindling away.

To top it off, my primary job started texting me, asking if I wanted to pick up more hours. They were basically offering me unlimited shifts. But in that moment, I wasn’t thinking about work. At all. I responded that I’d get back to them after the weekend since I am going to be out of town.

Flight chat

The flight was barely an hour, but it was eventful enough. I overheard the woman next to me ask the stranger beside her to guess her age. He confidently said, “Eighty one?” She gasped. “Excuse me?! I’m fifty three.” Eeeeek…

I texted my friend to let her know that I still would be able to make it in time for dinner. After landing, I hopped into an Uber that felt more like a rollercoaster. Thank God I’d taken Dramamine, because those short miles were one helluva ride. But I should have known, that this was going to be the beginning of my so called adventures.

Aria grande mistake

Let’s just say that Aria Hotel was not it.
You can read all about that debacle on here: nasty gram if you haven’t already.

My room service consisted of a lonely and tired breakfast dinner with sourdough toast. It was the cheapest meal on the menu and I was starving. I guzzled down the coffee that I ordered too because I was starting to get tired and felt like I was dragging ass. I mean with all the things that were happening today, I think I deserved it. After I finished eating, I texted the group to let them know that I was finally walking over.

Pre-game sesh

Turns out, they were at the matron of honor’s (Josie) timeshare, they were already two hours deep into their drinking pre-game. By the time I walked into the room, people were passed out on the couch, throwing up in the bathroom, or still drinking like champs.

They were excited to see me and immediately shoved a double shot of Belvedere into my hand. I glanced around and realized I was the only Asian in the group—everyone else was Guatemalan, Mexican, or Bolivian. The groom-to-be yelled, “Rojie can drink cause ella es Coreana!” Everyone laughed.

For context, Koreans do have a rep of being legendary drinkers, more than Russians, believe it or not. It’s not a flex though. With it comes alcoholism, late-night sidewalk vomit aka street pizza, liver failure, drunkicidal (drunk and suicidal) meltdowns, and the infamous K-rage.

Alibi

After about another two hours of drinking, the group decided to go down to the Alibi Lounge at Aria. It was packed.

People were drinking like there was no tomorrow.

Random men and women kept sending drinks my way. I was starting to feel tipsy so I pawned them off to Amanda and her friends.

We partied hard for a few more hours before the group started to fizzle out. Brunch at a drag show was on the schedule for the next morning, so everyone wanted to crash before sunrise.

Bedtime story

We all went our separate ways, but not before a quick IG story recap of the night. We are def not going to talk about the bags under my eyes either. I showered, collapsed into bed, and passed out hard. End of day one…