Just Us

This was written last week but never posted.... and... never finished... and... I couldn't come up with anything creative or meaningful to start it off either...

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I cracked my eyes open at 10:30, someone's phone was ringing...

Egle got up and declined the call... must... get... sleep....

I cracked them again, 11:30... Megan was caughing. She got up to get some water, I look over and Egle wakes up too. Looking at me, "OK, I'm up." I roll over, "Me too."

I turn on my laptop as I see Megan wander back to the bed. She had been up all morning caughing. I checked the email, the myspace... nothing new. Egle is hungry so she heads for the Cheez-its. I started writing a blog about the week so far. "What are you doing?" She asked me.
"Talking about you." I said, jokingly.
"Oo I wanna see!" She's nosey. I start typing some more as she leans on my shoulder and reads. I talked about how I was in disbelief that she was actually there, with me, standing there behind me... and stuffing Cheez-its in my face.

It was just us again. Something tells me that I wouldn't ever get tired of that. We had a good laugh and Egle continued to shove Cheez-its into my face... I didn't get very far on my blog post. It was time to fight.

Megan was up by this point, and she witnessed Egle and I pushing and shoving eachother around, laughing, making a ruckus. I played dirty and tickled her until submission. We laid there, tired, out of breath, finally a release of aggresion.

We decided to get ready, and I was going to teach Egle some blackjack. We showered, dressed, Megan went back to sleep.

I could tell that Egle was a little nervous. I filled her head with tips, and let her know just to bring what she was OK with parting from. We found a $3 table, and sat. Wouldn't you know it? Egle won some cash. I did, too, but that was a given by now since Egle was sitting next to me. What a perfect start.

We had shit to do. Megan found us and it was time to go. Another treat courtesy of Mr. Justin the Great, tickets to Zumanity by Cirque du Soleil. I had bought them the day before, after searching endlessly for the right show, Zumanity was all that was decent, that was available. I didn't want to tell the girls how much I had spent on them. I would have done it all over again, too.

We rushed over to New York, New York - I was in quite the hurry and a little paniced because we had to get there to pick up the tickets. Upon arrival, I hurried over to the box office to get them... now I can relax.

We ate, then stood in line for the show. Egle grilled me some more... she wanted to know how much I paid for these. I didn't want to tell her. I told her they were enough, but that it shouldn't matter because I wanted them to experience it. I wanted them to have fun.

But I broke down and told them... $266.00. I broke it down to about $90 a piece, so maybe they would just give up there and not do the math... yeah right. Egle just looked at me, her eyes with disbelief.

It really wasn't much for me, I mean I make a lot of money and I saved up to have this trip, not to mention that I loved having someone that I could spoil rotten. This time I had two people I could spoil rotten. I liked it. I couldn't stress to them enough that I didn't want them pinching pennies all week, that I wanted them to enjoy themselves. I would have bought 4 tickets had Amie been with us, 6 if Adrian and Juan were with us too. The point is that I don't care about the money, I can make more - I cared about them, my friends... Egle being happy.

Zumanity rocks. Very sexual in a new twist to the common circus. Most of the actors were half naked or... mostly naked when doing their tricks, all relating somehow to love, and lust. All kinds, every fetish and fantasy were represented. With tricks and talent and comedy all mixed in. It was a rush. They don't hold anything back, the show is for guests 18 and over and because of that they didn't care what came out of their mouths. From the Transvestite MC to the weird dark guy that walks around staring at people, to the little person dancing with the full sized blonde, to the two very large twin ladies that walked inbetween the isles. Megan separated Egle and I... which was probably a good thing - the show can get people a little... wound up.

They loved it. A perfect start to a great night out - the last night out in Vegas.

We had a couple more errands to run. Egle wanted to see the water show at the Bellagio, we saw it. She wanted to see the Venetian, we saw it. We actually walked through the Venetian the morning of our arrival, but I forgot to say that yesterday. Then she had another special request... her friend wanted a dollar chip from the Wynn Resort... this could be a little bit of a challenge.

In order to get chips, you have to sit at a table and change out cash for chips. Then you have to play at least one hand. At the Wynn, the lowest table is $15 minimum. I'm thinkin, $15 may not be enough because I may lose, it would have to be $30, then $30 doesn't really look all that great, so to fit in at least a LITTLE bit, I went in with $60.

My highest cash-in yet. The men sitting at both sides of me had nice sized piles of $100 chips... I had a little pile of $5 chips.

Needless to say I was a little nervous. A grabbed Egle by the arm and pulled her close, I was gonna need her this time for real. Megan walked away to get some ice cream. I played the first hand, win. I broke down a 5 into dollars and gave a dollar chip to Egle. Second hand, double down, win. Egle scratched my back... Third hand, win... fourth hand, win. Fifth hand, double down, win. I started handing Egle chips, first my original $60 worth, then $25, then another $25. My pile was growing, the gentlemen next to me liked me, gave me tips, we all won together. Then another $25... leaving still $39 in my hand. One more bet... loss.

I just won $100 in one sitting, maybe 20 minutes total. I gave the dollar to Egle, $99, gave the dealer $9, so I walked with $90 more dollars in my hand. My heart was pounding. I was a big winner in my own mind. I was beaming... I gave Egle a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

The problem was they didn't enjoy my winning all TOO much, there was a little problem... their feet were KILLING them.

Mine were to, but I wasn't in heels all weekend - it was time to take a trip back to the hotel to change out of those shoes. We had a plan to head to Studio 54. Egle had heard good things about it and while I had already been there last time, it was a great time so I think it was worth a second trip. We changed, freshened up, and took off. Made new friends with people in the taxi line - including a never-will-forget-drop-dead-gorgeous Brazillian woman standing alone behind us. Ugh... too bad she wasn't going to Studio as well.

But anyway, Studio 54 it is, a short wait and we were in. Just as expected the club was packed. Egle's stomach had been bothering her so it was water for her. Megan and I went for the bar. Megan bought me drinks which ROCKED, since they were free to get in and I had to pay my $20 cover. I still bought Egle water though, heh heh. Studio was fun, we danced, we laughed... it was just the three of us.