Whew. So I survived the first “free booze fest” that will be this trip to Las Vegas.
It is now Midnight.
The party started at 7. I had 5 screwdrivers. Well, OK, I also had a couple of sips out of two others that were kind of foisted on me by the kindly (well, they were trying to be kindly) vendors who like to sell my company stuff and think that feeding the employees drinks is a good way to go about it. (and, let’s be frank, spending money on the client is an excellent way to go about selling things)
So, the convention party was 7 pm to 10 pm. That was four drinks… and a couple of sips out of one that I decided it would be best to not partake of. I was on the verge of getting totally trashed… I might have. But. Uuuum… drinking does things to people. And, some words were had between some others in the party. nothing to really do any damage or anything horrible. But… enough to remind me that, hey, this, despite the free-flowing alcohol at every turn, is still a work dealy, and I think that I had better maintain significant control.
OK, so, that “might have got trashed” comment isn’t 100% true. I loathe the hangovers so much that I simply cannot do the trashing anymore. But. If I had had the drinks I probably would have, I would have been significantly giggly and silly, and, really, does anyone need that? After drink 2, I was liberally drinking bottled water along with the screwdrivers. I know… the standard “Vegas” story is all about… “We were sooooo trashed” but that may be one of the reasons I do not belong here.
ANYWAY…. After the convention party, which was quite nice, and had good food and free booze and “The Rat Pack” (Dean Martin was the only one that actually kind of looked like he should, but the singing was great). After the party, we went to “New York New York” that has a bar with “Deuling Pianos” (I apologize for all the quotes and parentheses, but I am a little wee bit drunk).
So the Deuling Pianos were FABULOUS!!!! But the vendors were there. I had pretty much sobered up on the ride over to NY NY… not so I could drive or anything, but certainly well out of the territory you might call “drunk”. The vendors came over with another drink. I was halfway through that one, and received another one. Good lord, people!
So… the only sensible thing to do clearly was to chug the one I had so I only had one drink in my hand, I mean, come on!!! But, the deuling pianos show had brought out the auxillliary electric guitar. and, well, they played two ROCKIN Guns N Roses songs. And, things being what they are, me hanging out with the wife of one of my co-workers, who had had at least 7 drinks at the original party, and was still well supplied by the aforementions vendors, well, yes, there was headbanging involed. After two songs of that, I was suddenly vaguely naseous and didn’t want any more screwdrivers (the orange juice actually more what I couldn’t take any more of than the vodka).
Handily, at this point, the coworker associated with said wife decided that it was time to go unless we all really and truly wanted to get trashed in a totally work-inappropriate way. They asked if I wanted to go with them, and I, feeling like this was the saving I was looking for, dropped that second (seventh) drink on the bar barely touched and bolted the place (this would be the second one I barely sipped out of.. total served in 5 hours = 7, actually imbibed = 5). I could have enjoyed the music further, but frankly, I really didn’t want the hangover or the crazy that would have ensued if I had stayed. I am pretty sure that all worked out for the best. It’s an hour since I left. I would actually put money down that the folks who stayed are still there and that they will be in a VERY BAD WAY tomorrow.
So anyway, why this long-assed post? The significant water I had with the first four drinks was a good thing. So, now I am staying up for a while to put away enough water to combat that last one. I had one glass of water so far. I think a second glass and I wil be officially fine. (See, no quotes on the “fine” – so I must be almost sober
The point that I was originally going to make is this: Even though I am not scared of Las Vegas anymore… it turns out that the hairdresser convention really was the reason for the horrifying introduction to the city… I simply am not someone who “belongs” here.
I have given $10 to the casino in playing video blackjack. I a pretty sure that I am not ever going to be able to put a real bet on anything… I like the money that I am certain of in my pocket too much to wager it.
I am really looking way more forward to watching “House” tomorrow night than whatever it is that the vendors would be trying to get us to do (right now, looking like some kind of Cirque Du Soleil thing (no, still rather watch “House” (those quotes are permissible because it is the name of a show).
Anyone who would rather go back to the hotel room and watch TV than do whatever the hell it is all these people do in this place, clearly does not belong here.
If you have made it through this entire long and rambling post, I salute you. Frankly, I do hope you skimmed. If it weren’t for the fact that I wrote it, I certainly wouldn’t have read this whole blasted account that basically boils down to…
I had some drinks.
Enough to get somewhat drunkified or buzzy, but not enough to get in any ways out of control or anything.
I do not belong in Las Vegas.
It is now 12:30. I have had my 2 glasses of water. I think the net effect of tonight may be that I will wake up tomorrow at 6am PACIFIC time, rather than the 6am EASTERN time that I woke up this morning
Blah Blah Blah.. Time to stop now.