Everyone have dreams of going to the sin city. Well, I guess not exactly everyone, but each and every single party goer does. Like me. I’ve always wanted to go to Las Vegas. And I think the best time for this first time is on your 21st birthday. That’s when you’re legal to drink, play on the table and on the slots. And guess what, I did. Yay for me!
On the eve of my 21st birthday, my dad asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I want to go to Vegas. He asked me if I am sure, because he wants to give me a big party. I said, it’s alright if it will just be me, him, and my stepmom. As long as it’s Vegas, it is alright. So he goes, okay pack your things and we’ll go. So, he called Hilton and reserved 2 nights for us, and we were on our way. It was only a 4-hour drive from our house in Alta Loma. But that was the longest 4 hours of my life.
When we arrived, the first thing I did was go to the slots and put in a 20-dollar bill. I played, I called the cocktail girl, asked for a long island, lit a Marlboro, and I played. We ate at the buffet, and I played again. Just as I was getting tired of just gambling, I had this very genius idea of calling my cousin, who’s so lucky she lives in Vegas, and asked her to come pick me up at the hotel. After an hour, she picked me up, and with another friend, we decided to go around the strip. We went bar hopping, clubbing, and drank. She drove me home at 6am and I was so tired I went straight to bed.
I woke up that same morning, and ate breakfast with my dad and his wife. We went to the Venetian, Bellagio, Mandalay Bay, and the other hotels to shop in the outlet stores and see their famous attractions. I had the time of my life, I didn’t even notice the hangover I got until we were on our way home. Viva Las Vegas!
