Here's to the nights we don't remember...

So we continued our adventures at the UNLV rebel game this past thursday minus our dear friend Roosevelt who is sadly out of town. And while the rebels kicked ass, Im pretty sure that most of us did not remember any of the game. I myself learned, that small meals and mass amounts of alcohol get you pretty messed up pretty quick! I came into the game drunk as can be and don’t remember really any of the game, minus falling down the bleachers, which everyone continues to bring to my attention. 

O and note to fellow drinkers and gamers, hiding flasks in boots are the perfect spot to never get caught, seriously.

Additionally apparently UNLV is one of the only places that has a tequila bar on hand, which Kennedy used quite frequently :)

And so we left the game, with an invite to go party with the plain white tees at Tao nightclub, and after multiple seconds of debate, off we went back to Reagan’s house to raid her closet and hopefully find something to wear that was clubesque. 

After multiple wardrobe changes we finally left and headed to Tao, where we waited all of 3 minutes in line till the guys from the Plain White Tees showed up and we were all escorted to our table. We couldn’t believe how crowded the place was! It was crazy packed, almost to the point where we couldn’t even dance even right by our own table. And as for drinks they were decent but nothing we could live without. Myself and Reagan spent more time in the bathroom filling up our drinks full of water then actually hanging out on the dance floor. 

And as for the plain white tees, lets just say their music is a lot cooler then they are, minus their drummer, who was super cool! Hell he even ditched his friends to come hang out with us at Robertos later that night….. o robertos, its always the perfect way and the worst way to end a night. 

The goal of our trips have been to try places that we have never been and well we definitely did that this friday. Four bars in one night, a couple four locos, and some new drinks and well I would say the night was pretty successful. 

Reagan and myself adventured out with some fellow friends for one crazy night that definitely left an impression on my mind. 

We started the night off by going to the Freakin Frog, and well lets just say that didn’t last long. We walked in saw everyone with gray hair and live piano music and decided that wasn’t the place for us. Even if we just wanted a chill drink… so on to the second bar we went.

Crown and Anchor was our second stop for the night. I am definitely not a beer drinker by any means but there apricot beer is definitely a good one. We watched a couple who were clearly on an awkward date, and laughed at all their awkward conversations and how excited they got when their food got there and they no longer actually had to talk to each other. But yet again the crown and Anchor wasn’t popping enough for us so we went to our third bar, and by far the best one The artisan!

Let me tell you the Artisan is probably one of the coolest bar/ lounges that I have ever been in, besides the crazy decorations which you just have to see, they had great drinks, one of my new favorite a Japanese Slipper, and played awesome old school hip hop all night long. It was just a real chill place with tons of different people and styles, not to mention a few cute bar tenders :). The artisan will for sure be a repeat on our list. 

And so we left to the dismay of myself and Reagan and went to another bar called The Double Down, a genuine biker bar. And as the title says this was a little too far outside the box. Myself and Reagan were ready to go the moment we walked in there, and yet somehow we ended up staying for 45 minutes. Lets just say the crowd of people there were far to scary for my liking. Santa hats are supposed to be red and white, not silver with spikes all over them, Tattoos usually should not be directly on your face. A drink should never be called ass juice and to top it off should not be served with a twinkie or a slim jim. Bacon and martinis should never be combined. And puke insurance, well I didn’t even want to ask what that is. O and the grim reaper painting in the bathroom was just what I needed to confirm the fact that it was time to leave.

And so off we went, and while we are prepared to step outside of the box, stepping onto another planet is too much for me :)

So we decided to give Blue Martini another try for Ladies Night and well lets just say the people there are getting stranger and stranger.

First off lets talk about shoes…. Stripper heals are never acceptable! Ever! Especially those that have ballet ties all the way up your legs. They are not cute and people definitely laugh at you if you were to wear them.

Second off… the whole lumberjack look is not always the best look especially for a trendy nightclub/ bar. I mean its fun for halloween but after that you might want to cute your hair or at least not wear a flannel red shirt. 

Thirdly let talk about hair… Trust me we are all down for some crazy hair styles, I personally have had basically every color in the book, but if your a guy with a mohawk make sure you mohawk it, especially if your actual hair is all the way down to your butt otherwise you just look like a pony with gorgeous locks of hair. 

And lastly all white???? Unless you are attending a P Diddy party there is never a need to wear all white especially when it is after Labor Day. Especially all white to a bar, you are just asking for people to spill many brightly color drinks all over you. Although who ever you are the white alligator shoes were pretty legit just saying…

As for our actual time spent at blue martini, its fun if you like spending time pretending to be sophisticated, and spending far too much money on actual drinks, as for drinks the pink passion, key lime pie, and lemon drop are all delicious :)

Please explain to me how the mind of a man works.

We started off our adventure at blue martini last wednesday for ladies night, with live music and lots of people it looked like we had found a pretty good spot to hang out, until we saw the price of the drinks. Don’t get me wrong we have no problem paying for drinks but when they are 14 dollars each well needless to say we only got one each. I guess it makes sense why the place was full of people that should probably be tucking in their children at bed at night not out on the town acting crazy, cause after all they can spend that amount of money on drinks. It seemed that nearly everyone that we met was either 30 or 40, dressed to impress, men rocking scarves and suits and women rocking the stilettos even when they can’t walk in them, hell i can’t even walk in them.

And so we met Jonathan, Jonathan was a 38 year old man who had been stuck in the friend zone for nearly his whole life, how did we meet him you might ask? Well plain and simple kennedy and another one of our friends pretended to be lesbians just by holding hands and standing close together to see if we could get free drinks that way and well it worked, not only on Jonathan but on numerous other groups of guys.

Yet again the mind of a guy? Why buy girls drinks that clearly will never be interested in you or any other male in the room, is it the challenge cause I see that as a pretty big challenge that may never be conquered, just saying.

I guess we will never fully understand how their minds work, but until then we will continue to gladly accept the drinks

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live the crazy lives you see on TV, especially in the city of sin? Well this is our own crazy TV life experience minus the whole TV part.

It became our goal, to venture out and find out about nearly every single bar, club, and any other place vegas had to offer, and so we began our goal to visit as many of the places as we could in a five week span, while accomplishing some goals along the way.

What goals you might ask, well they are more like tasks that by the end of this five weeks all need to be completed, and we are more than down for some dares if you got them. Here is what currently sits on our list….

Body shots, get someone to ask for our autograph, do a pub crawl, dance on a bar, wear a 21st birthday tiara just cause we can, pretend to be bachlorettes, use accents, use really bad pick up lines, see how many numbers we can get in one night, leave our phone number on a napkin at a table, try the worst drink a bartender knows of, tons and tons of shots, and for two of us get new years kisses…. 

Yes our goals might seem silly but life is too short to sit back and not enjoy every moment you can especially with the best friends girls could ask for!

So maybe if your lucky you might just see us out and about, and if not well you can always read about it on here….