We (Steff, Britt, Jack, and I) took Stephanie's car and got a hotel room at the Sahara Hotel. We had to get some random guy to pretend he was Brittany's boyfriend and sign us into our room cause we aren't 21 yet. And that's only the BEGINNING of all the stories!
First night we just kinda wandered around the hotel and casino, laughing at the guy we saw in a BYU t-shirt sitting at one of the blackjack tables, and taking funny pictures. Then we found this gift shop thing across the street that was huge, and took pictures of all the crappy stuff we found in there. For example:
The next day...ok all the days have mixed together now in what we did so I'll just say, "and then" and you can all understand I mean "sometime within these 4 days."We slept in, went to eat at a busy denny's, and got henna tattoos.
Worst waste of $25 ever. Stupid henna...lasted not even a day... grr
Anyways, we then toured all the hotels and casinos,
looked for a place to eat, and walked the Strip once night fell. We ended up eating at the Hard Rock Cafe (of course!), and got bought a round of drinks by the drunk guys at the booth next to us. Woo hoo for virgin drinks and fake tattoos!
Don't ask what I'm doing...I don't know. I was getting over being sick that week, so let's just blame it on that...
Like I said, we then walked the Strip. DON'T LOOK DOWN or take what the snappers are giving you. That's what I learned on the trip. But there were cool performers in costumes along the strip you could get pictures with. ("Is it a guy in a suit??" "No, its a real spongebob")
And finally, we must mention Matt. The odd Indian guy in the hot tub who read our palms, told our future, offered financial benefits to us, and advice about school and studying abroad to Brittany and I. I even got his name and email and where he was staying in the hotel! He insisted..don't judge.
Well, that's all I have time for now, so enjoy!
~Heather
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