After our delicious, Rain-Foresty dinner digested a bit (which took longer than usual in the 110°F heat) we went over to New York, NY (it's a hotel)...
After the coaster, we walked around some more but it was so goddamned hot that we decided we'd go see "Dumb and Dumberer" (which had just come out). We bought tickets and killed the 90 minutes before the movie started in some giant arcade. Here's Tara mutilating the denizens of Los Angeles.
and rode the roller coaster! (The sign said no cameras, but my camera's really small so I thought I'd be able to sneak it on. The coaster started off and figuring I was safe, I snapped this pic - but one of the guys that worked there was on to me and was running along side the coaster, and totally snagged me and nabbed my camera).
Besides seeing the Eiffel Tower, the only other thing Tara wanted to do in Vegas was go to the Rainforest Cafe (don't ask me, I'm still trying to figure out why as well). So check it out, we sit down at our table and then I notice there's this lady at the table behind Tara who's wearing a shirt that looks like it has a gold lamé bib built into it. When I pointed her out to Tara (who's from Texas), Tara shrugged and explained to me "Oh, that's just her eatin' shirt."
Later on, when the lady was finished with her meal (all four plates of it) she took off the bib, folded it up (see the fold-marks in it?) pulled out a matching, gold lamé, bib carrying-case, and put her folded-up gold lamé bib into her matching gold lamé bib carrying case, and put it back into her purse. I was shocked into silence. I had been kidding about it being a bib, I just thought it was part of her shirt. Who carries a bib (nevermind a gold lamé bib) around with them? Who? Fucking Vegas. Jesus.
I spent most of Monday in meetings for work. Tara spend most of Monday getting incredibly sunburnt at the hotel pool. Ouchie. After meeting up, we set out on the strip to explore some more.
We walked down the strip, had a few drinks (can you tell?) On, and you can actually walk around everywhere in Vegas with an open container...WHA? and then we went back to the hotel...but not before Tara fulfilled her life-long dream of seeing the Eiffel Tower. (First Venice, now Paris that I don't have to go to anymore? Man, going to Vegas is like putting money right back into your pocket! Who knew?)
In this pic I was trying to capture both Grant and Tara making faces of that twat in the white headband (you think the headband's bad, you should've seen how long his "fashion mullet" was in the back), but my camera went off too soon.
If you look over Tara's head, you'll see a dude in the background. If he hadn't moved right at the last second, you'd be able to see that the reason we're making those faces and pointing is because of the...
As Lauren and Tara were leaving, I was like "Wait, I have to get a picture of you!" (Ok, it was only an excuse to smooch her again, but hey, at least I can admit that). So later on in the night, Gibby gave me Lauren's email address, I sent the above three pics to Lauren and said "I don't know if you remember this, but I made out with your roommate." and it led to Tara and I dating.