Day 237: Kicked out of the casino

We had our usual work day today, and then headed out to the cocktail party.

This was the night I was planning on, the Cheerleader told me there were a lot of men at these events and the tea leaf readers prediction is getting closer.

I have my fancy dress that cost me half a tank of gas to get, and some pretty amazing shoes that could fall off so Cinderella could be in effect.

As soon as we hit the door the Cheerleader says 'ok guys eat and drink as much as you can for the next hour and a half, it's dinner.'

We walked in and grabbed a rum punch and that was the beginning of the end. Servers walked up to us carrying trays of appetizers, the first was pigs in a blanket.

Really? I'm eating hot dogs at the Wynn? Every time a server came over the Cheerleader would act surprised like she didn't know there was food at the party and would say something to the effect of 'oh my goodness... look! They have food! I'll try one!'

The best part is the weiner guy kept coming over to us, and she was pulling the same schtick with him every time.

As the party was winding down, I decided to point out the hot guy from yesterday to her, and before long we were talking to them.

I think my heart stopped mid-conversation when she said 'oh is this the guy you were talking about?' At which point he responded with 'oh, so you were talking about me? why were you talking about me?'

I think to myself 'Oh dear God, what is she doing?!' I gave her a look and then shot a mortified glance to my photographer.

I must have been shooting daggers out of my eyes, because I think he backed up about 3 feet in preparation of running away.

But the Cheerleader wasn't taking the hint she just kept going 'you know the cute guy you were talking about?' Again he chimes right in 'oh I'm cute huh?'

I didn't know what to do, I suppose I should have just owned it and then said yes but then I realized you were married, but no.... not me... I just ignore it and hope it will all go away.

The hot guy and his friend invited us all to another party. Less than 15 minutes into the festivities we're all standing by the bar and everyone scatters.

We have no idea what is going on and then we looked down and there was puke on the floor. The Cheerleader looked at me and said 'tell me that's not puke' I tried to reassure her it wasn't because I didn't want her to freak out, but then she said 'no you have to be honest with me, it's on my foot is it puke?'

At that point I knew she needed to know and it was more than just a freak out so I fessed up and we headed into the bathroom to clean it off.

You'd think that would have put a damper on the evening but of course it didn't. There was yet another party the Cheerleader was really hoping to get into so we headed over to that bar to wait outside just in case someone wanted to invite us in.

Plenty of people were willing to get us in, the problem was security at the party was strict and they weren't letting anyone in unless their name was on the list.

We both decided to shmooze the security guards and see if they would let us in but they said they didn't have any pull.

At one point they actually told us we could sneak in through a service entrance in one of the restaurants.

I was on a mission at that point, and all I can say is it's a really good thing I have a bad sense of direction because I could have been caught and detained.

I hadn't even thought about the security cameras covering every square inch of the casino, heck I could be in jail!

After many many attempts to get into the party, a security guard came out to us and said 'ladies you need to turn around and walk the other way'.

We weren't exactly kicked out of the hotel, but I'm pretty sure they weren't upset that we left the building.

What were we thinking? In the midst of all of this I managed to drop my phone and lose one of the most important parts. Basically it's the part that allows me to do pretty much everything with the exception of calling the last person who called me and dialing other numbers.

When we got back to the room the Cheerleader discovered she lost her phone. I don't know how it is that in one night we managed to lose 10 years of technology, and almost get kicked out of the casino.

Wow, what a night... the Cheerleader and I are trouble together, and I'm not sure how we're going to communicate tomorrow.