Vegas, Baby, Yeah!

Trip Start Jan 05, 2012
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Flag of United States  , Nevada
Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I can confirm it, there is no trying to deny it USA: You have crazy religious people in your midst and you'll probably find them at your local Greyhound station.

I mean that’s where I find them. One stands out more than the rest, as he was not only extremely religious but somewhat insane as well. He told me about how angels speak to him and the devil has tried to sway him to the darkside. He kindly informed me that I should avoid eating peanuts, dairy products and red meat because the devil wants me to (of course, without thinking, during this part of the conversation I started eating peanuts before realising what I was snacking on). He also informed me that he was reading a book in which he (the character which portrayed him in the future) leads an army against the devil. He said the angels, who speak to him, have told him he will victoriously stab the devil in the heart. Apparently the devil has an actual physical form but its appearance changes. To be blunt I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if this guy actually stabs some random person one day thinking they are the devil. I mean it was clear he was mentally deranged.

That was the guy sitting to my left at the station, the guy to my right was equally as 'quality’. I mean you only meet quality people on Greyhounds, right? He was on the run from the police for some reason or another realating to drugs and some girl. I let him use my phone, as he was afraid the police were tracking his calls. He seemed a little below average intelligence when it came to the police but knew a fair bit of general knowledge so was okay to chat with. And to be fair, he was of a higher quality than the insane religious nut.

Lets just say I was happy to get to Vegas and away from the people of the Greyhound. I’d had no sleep because one person on the bus (a guy who believed in aliens) kept waking me up to point at random lights and telling me that it was Vegas despite the fact that it clearly wasn’t. Yeah, he was an arse.

It was about 38 degrees Celcius when I arrived in Vegas and I decided to tough it out by walking the half hour walk to the hostel. Totally worth it as the heat was a dry heat and wasn’t so bad, plus walking saved me money which is always awesome!

Hostel Cat is where they filmed the exterior of the wedding chapel in The Hangover. Even without that link to the movies it is a genuinely fun hostel. The staff is all about hanging out with the patrons. Althouh some of their motives are worse than others (I’ll tell you about that later). As always in popular desinations there is a high percentage of Aussie travellers ready to drink in excess.

My first night in Vegas I decided to go on the hostel’s organised pub-crawl. I am glad I did because I met two extremely funny British chicks. I’d remembered seeing one of them at the front desk earlier in the day and as we walked to the first pub I decided to start a convo. Rosie, the one I’d seen earlier, is a very relaxed person who enjoys making a fool of herself, or maybe not

‘enjoys’ but simply doesn’t care at all what ANYONE thinks of her. Andrea is similar in that she doesn’t seem to care what people think but she is more reserved so unless you actually spend time with her you might not notice it. Both Rosie and Andrea have that smart British wit. Since I liked them I declared them the Britlandians. They also came up with the greatest nickname/pun ever with ‘Laussieland’. Fantastic!

The pub we went to had 25c beers, a jumping castle boxing tourniment, was playing dubstep way too loudly and had cool graffiti on the walls. Rosie, Andrea and I stayed until they ran out of beer, then headed to the downtown freemont area. An area I learnt later was considered the dodgy part of the Vegas strip, also known as the ‘old strip’

It was pretty much a blur from that point until the next morning. I can tell you that Andrea and I were pretty proud of ourselves when we scored some free beers, we did shots at some place, we spoke to just about every single person we saw, I gave all my change to the homeless people (not a normal occurance) and as I was entering a strip club (as in immediately after the bouncer checked my ID and let me in) I was told to leave because Rosie and Andrea were no longer welcome. I don’t know what they did but it got me kicked out before I’d even walked into the bar area. Main gist of this monologue is that we had a pretty good night.

I wake up to Rosie saying "Australia" and then telling me that she and Andrea had slept through their alarm and missed their bus to the Grand Canyon. I can’t quite explain how great it is to be woken up hungover only to be told the funniest thing ever but that was pretty much what happened. Of course, I laughed and told her I’d get up in a second and come to her room (mainly because I had no pants on – I’d taken them off getting into bed cause I was drunk and it seemed easier than taking everything out of my pockets).

After I stealthily got out of bed and put my pants on (while the guys in the dorm were sleeping) I went to Rosie and Andrea’s dorm to be greated again with “Australia!” I then layed down on their floor and eventually Andrea suggested we have a beer and go get breaky. With that plan in mind we grabbed some room temperature beers and walked down the street to a pizza place. Best hangover cure ever!
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beebianca on

room temp beers, a good thing??

vagrant_reality on

Surprisingly, yes!

cucumber sandwich! on

So funny looking back on this!
Funny hearing such funny things about yourself.
Was one of my favourite nights ever!

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