So everyone finally gets together to mosey on over to the fabulous pools at the MGM. Of course with the slow start we’re stuck in Timbuktu, lacking any decent view of the hot dancing boys with the fez hats rocking out to ‘Baby Got Back’ at the side of the pool. Oh well, at least they can’t see us ogle from this distance!
Because we got out so late we pack it in and head back to the room to get ready for our last night out in Vegas. (BOO) Everyone’s excited but bummed out at the same time. “Last night to live it up ladies,” I say as we try on 50 different outfits looking for the perfect complement to the last late night in the clubs. Josie cranks up the tunes. (Who cares if the people in the neighboring rooms don’t like Journey!)
We finally hit the town after making a pit stop at Fat Tuesday’s to pre-funk on jello shots and yardstick margaritas. The opportunities for the night are endless, as we have a wrist band for every club on the strip. Club hopping anyone? We pack it up in the party bus with the stripper pole and head out to The Bank. Got to start classy and work our way down the drunker we get!
At this point Gracie is still going on and on about the perfect proposal ALL THE WHILE totally checking out every hot brown boy that passes. “I knew you were still prowling,” Brien says to her while we make our way through the Casino. Gracie casts a side glance, lets out a laugh and under breath whispers, “Last night in Vegas, right….probably going to be engaged soon…a lady’s gotta do what a lady’s gotta do…” Wowee! Maybe Brie’n will get her drama after all!
So The Bank is pretentious. We like to think of ourselves as classy ladies but who are we kidding, we’re down home country girls. We like to rock out to some honky-tonk, shake our bodies to old school beats and sing our favorite parts of our favorite songs. Back to Coyote Ugly it is!
We skip the line (as beautiful ladies often do) and head on in. To our complete satisfaction we get into the joint just in time for ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ and a couple of cute boys at the bar who offer to buy us all beers. Bud Light Lime in hands we scoot on out to the floor, precariously parked next to the cutest bunch in the house. (We’re with a couple on single girls you know…) Immediately last night’s rude interruption is continued as Dundee appears out of nowhere. “Thought you Sheila’s were out after last night. Guess I was wrong,” he says in an accent that would melt any prissy uptight girl into putty. Gracie apologizes, making up some excuse as to why she ran last night, and proceeds to ‘Get Low’ with Dundee. Brie’n and I giggle while we guzzle our beers.
After an hour Gracie grabs one of us, says “bathroom,” and disappears. Funny, Dundee inexplicably disappears as well. Huh? Well, whatever, ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ just started!
“Need another one?” I ask Brie’n to which she nods. I bend and twist through the crowd, back to the bar. While I wait in line I pass the time by posting on FB: “Rockin’ the house at Coyote Ugly! It’s Vegas baby, yeah!” After finally getting my turn at the bar, I whip around, 6 longnecks in hand, only to drop all but one. Thank God I had that one left. I felt like those Twix commercials. You know, the ones with the tag line “need a minute?” I start guzzling to buy myself time to adjust. There is Gracie, donning a stunned fake smile, standing next to her dude. NO, wait, NOT the Dundee dude, HER DUDE! She reaches out her left arm and gives me her hand. I’m thinking to myself, “get excited, say something cute and clever, close your mouth,” and all that comes out is “Uh…..ummm….hey…..Congratulations!? I think?”
