friday

My weekend has been nonstop. It started on Friday.

I had to get up at 5:30am in order to be at work at 7am. I worked four hours and got off at 11. It was payday so Yum Yum, Japanese Fish and I went to Vacation Village (a casino) and cashed our checks. Oh you didn’t know? When you live in Vegas and you are over the age of 21 you don’t have to bother with banks or check cashing places to cash your check. You can just walk into any casino and they will do it for free. We had made plans earlier in the week to spend Friday afternoon shopping for outfits that we would wear to the club on Saturday night. While we were cashing our checks we got word that Too Tough wanted to go with us so we had to go pick her up first. She blew my cell phone up forever mind you, asking when we were going to get to her house and when we finally got there the heifer wasn’t even ready to go. You know we clowned her for five minutes before we even left her apartment complex.

Our first mall destination was Sunset Galleria. We walked around that mall for an hour and didn’t find anything we liked. We had lunch at Panda Express while we discussed our options and what the next step would be. I realize now why I never eat Chinese food in the mall. That was some of the nastiest Panda Inn/Panda Express food I have ever had in my life. PF Changs for me baby. I suggested we try another mall, but there were other beauty factors involved. Japanese Fish wanted to get her hair braided, I wanted to get my hair cut and Yum Yum wanted Choco to get a haircut as well. I was the one driving; everyone else had left their cars at the office. We decided to go back to the office to switch into separate cars so that Japanese Fish could go get her hair braided. Yum Yum, Too Tough and I waited for Choco to get off work at 3pm. When he did we dropped Too Tough off at her house and Yum Yum, Choco and I dropped my truck off at my mom‘s job and headed to the barbershop.

Now I know I said I was going to get my hair braided in an attempt to actually let it grow out instead of hacking it all off all the time. My intention was to simply have the barber shape my hair up and maintain the length that I had going. The temptation of sitting in the barbershop was too much and I decided to go ahead and hack all my hair off again. It’s so short now! But it looks cute so I’m happy. Choco got his hair cut too. We both looked too fly.

From the barbershop we headed over to Sally Beauty Supply where I bought a bottle of 40 volume bleach with which to lighten my hair. After admiring my new short hair I wanted to finally take the plunge and bleach it up to see how it would look. We came back to my house then, so I could pick up my car. Yum Yum promised that she would dye my hair that night but we got sidetracked because we stopped over Too Tough’s house again and smoked and listened to music. We picked up Big Daddy because he wanted to hang too. Someone had the bright idea that we should all go down to the strip like tourists and ride the roller coaster at New York, New York. A phone call from a group of friends already chilling in the ESPN Zone inside of New York, New York cinched the deal and we all (minus Too Tough who had to work Saturday morning) rode over there to engage in drunken socialization.

By the time we got to the bar inside the ESPN zone the group of people already there were well on their way to being sloppy drunk. ESPN Zone drinks are skimpy and expensive. I paid $15 for 2 apple martinis that were like two swallows big. At Fridays the same $15 would get me two apple martinis the size of margaritas and I’d probably be drunk. What were we paying for, the name? It was a nice place though, I wouldn’t mind going there to watch some games. I’d probably only drink beer though because the mixed drinks are a rip-off.

Already at the zone were Headwrap girl, Afrogirl and Long Ponytail. Long Ponytail had probably had too many drinks by the time we got there because as soon as she saw Big Daddy she practically jumped in his lap. By the end of the night we all knew she wanted to fuck him but that’s another story. We talked them into joining us on the roller coaster (after we all had a few drinks) and we boisterously made our way up to the top of the New York, New York casino so that we could ride the Manhattan Express. It costs $10 to ride it. Personally I feel like those of us that actually live in Sin City should get a discount on shit like that (maybe $5?) but that’s just my opinion and no one asked me.

We paid for the rental lockers they provide for you to stow coats and purses in. We made our way through the line and paid the $10. I was afraid I would get sick and throw up. I kept saying that the whole time. Everyone kept telling me not to worry about it. I didn’t want to ride the roller coaster by myself but I ended up having to ride it by myself because Headwrap refused to ride by herself and she was acting like a big baby.

I kept my eyes closed for the entire ride. My head was banging back and forth on the roller coaster and I kept trying to prevent myself from getting a headache or bursting a blood vessel in my head from screaming. By the time I got off that roller coaster I had a headache anyway. I still enjoyed the experience. I don’t know if it was the experience of being out on the roller coaster or the experience of just being out on the strip period. I tend to avoid the strip like the plague. I was actually surprised by how fun it was to hang out there. The people that I was with just made the experience that much better.