Thursday: Flight up was okay, wandered around the airport looking for the city bus to the Stratosphere, finally found it, and why are homeless people so talkative?

Checked in right away, package deal included BOGO tickets to Bite and I knew CJ wanted to go so went ahead and booked that. Room was nice/average but the hallway smelled like skunky pot. Casey went off to wander around and came back with some orange drink that was pretty good. His friends showed up and we pretty much hung out in the room while everyone (all 7 of us) showered and got ready to go out.

WALKED from the Strat to Fremont street. Could have killed Son for suggesting the walk and not letting me fund a cab ride. Got in argument with one of bitchy girls who keeps her poor husband on a VERY short leash. I’m seriously sick of hearing Ben Ben Ben every time he wanders three feet away. Shut UP Kristen. Had a drink on Fremont and waited for the light show. Disappointed. What the hell happened to the Fremont Street experience? Two music videos and ads for every place on the street? That’s not an experience! Tried to find a cab for all of us and ended up on the Deuce bus, which was slow but okay. Dumped everyone except Deseree and she and I carried on. There were hot South African guys on the bus. Ended up at Nine Fine Irishmen at the New York New York because it was her 22nd birthday and she picked the place.

Nine Fine Irishmen is now my very favorite pub ever. EVER. I want to live there.

They didn’t have Strongbow, but they did have Magners. And live music, some of which I recognize from the Brodignagian Bards. And more Magners. Des and I sang and laughed and drank and flirted and had a great time. And more Magners. I think I may have tried to drink dial some people. Lots of hot Irish guys, damn those people are friendly and just want to have a fun time. Maybe I’ll check out Ireland soon.

There was an adorable tiny philipino lady who, from what other people told me, is there EVERY night right down front. She must be 810 years old, wearing way too much makeup and all dolled up, sing and dancing right along with every song.

I left Des flirting with Michael from Dublin and got back to my room around 3:30 am to step over the passed out bodies and find my bed.

Originally published at Spellwight.