We had a great dinner at Liz’s place, played “pin the Macho on the Man”, had fun with cut out man diddles, then ended up getting stranded in the outskirts of Vegas due to uncontrollable circumstances. It being the Memorial holiday, it was impossible to get a taxi cab, so we just waited for Liz to get back and we headed back to the strip around 11:30ish, battled the horrendous traffic, found a parking lot, walked the long hallway of shops into the Hard Rock and thought we were one step closer to starting the night. After being confronted by a ridiculous line and cover charge ($80/pp) at Prive at the Hard Rock, the girls and I trekked back to home base to VBar a small little venue at the Venetian, but free, nonetheless with minimal lines but the same booze that is served up everywhere else! At 1 a.m., we were finally able to start our night off – initially we were bitchy and tired but Trish and I claimed prime real estate front and center at the bar and posted up there, our drink cups runneth over, and we made the best of it.
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