We've all had our trips to Las Vegas that we thought were a little wild, but....
A few years ago my best friend and I decided to take a trip to Vegas to see Maroon 5 in concert. I was ecstatic not only for the trip but of course to see my "boyfriend" Adam perform live. Looking back I really never thought this trip would go down the way it did.
I had been hanging out with a guy friend, let's call him Dr. Roofie, for around 8 months when my bff "J"and I decided to go to Vegas. In the beginning I had a MAJOR crush on this guy and thought he was the most amazing specimen of a man there was... there I go letting my hormones and brain get involved again. There had been quite a few red flags with this guy from day one but I, the master of ignoring red flags, did just that I ignored them. He was fun, smart, sexy, and we always had a great time together. So when he told me he had a reunion in Vegas the same weekend that we were going I really didn't think much of it. We made plans to hookup for a show and hangout. I soon found out that my idea of hanging out and hooking up was completely different than his.....
"J" and I spent a few days in Mesquite prior to heading to Vegas to watch my son play baseball. Before we had even left texts started about "when are you going to be here?" and "Forget baseball and come hang out with me in Vegas, I'm bored". This guy obviously didn't know me as well as I thought because Ya that was NEVER going to happen.
When we finally made it to Vegas that Friday afternoon, we were instantly "summoned" to his room to drop off a suit he had us bring so it didn't wrinkle on the plane, and this is where the "Vegas gone bad" weekend began. Instantly his room was "better" and we should just cancel our reservations and share a room with him. WHAT?! This was a "girls" weekend and there was no way in hell we were going to share a room, but it didn't stop there. When Dr. Roofie's plan to share a room was shut down, he decided he should just come to our room and hangout while we got ready for the show. I was soooo happy when "J" shut him down and said "No, we can drop you off at the casino or something, but I'm not getting ready with some guy watching and breathing down my throat to get ready." This was when tantrum #2 started....
As we headed to our hotel we dropped him off at another close by casino. We of course took our sweet time getting ready, because this was OUR trip. When we stopped to pickup Dr. Roofie to head to the show that night, we found him well on his way to being trashed, and yes still pouting. At the time I was taking an anti anxiety medication, which he knew about, and he casually as if it was just expected reached in to my purse grabbed the bottle and took a couple. When I told him to save me some he told me "not to worry that he had brought his prescription pad with him if I needed more". I was a little shocked but thought maybe it would chill him out and he would stop being annoying and whiny. HA I was wishful thinking!
As we walked to the casino where the Cirque show was that night things started getting even more weird. One of the valets made a comment to him that he looked like a pimp with two hot women in little black dresses and heels on his arms, and it went directly to his head. We had missed the early show, because we took our sweet time getting ready, and decided to hit up a martini bar while we waited. We were usually on guard when we went out but weren't too worried when Dr. Roofie got our drinks for us. I know you're always supposed to watch the bartender make your drinks in this crazy world of date rape drugs, but we didn't this night. "J" had 2 martinis, and I drank 3, well under what we had drank the night before in Mesquite at the casino. As we walked over to get in line for our show I started feeling really weird, and by the time we made it to our seats I knew there was seriously something wrong. I do not remember anything after the first 5 minutes if that show.
I was told by "J" that I got up and said I was going to get a drink and I never came back. We were staying at the opposite end of the strip and other than a $100 bill being missing out of my wallet and a text to "J" that I was in a taxi, I have no idea what happened. Here's what we pieced together the next morning.
When I didn't come back in to the show "J" was extremely worried. She told Dr. Roofie that something was wrong and I would never abandon her in Vegas or anywhere else, so they needed to look for me. Well he had other ideas... after telling her that I would be fine and they should just go up to his room, asking her if I dictated her life, and saying quite a few more horrible things, he left her standing on the strip alone. A beautiful woman, dressed in heels and a little black dress.... alone at midnight on the strip.... did I mention this was her first time in Vegas? As "J" tried to find her way back to our hotel a mutual friend of ours who was still in Mesquite happened to start texting her. With his help she finally made it to a taxi station and was able to get to the hotel, after she got completely turned around of course and wandered for an hour.
When she got back to the room she found me there in bed naked.... clothes in a mess on the floor from the door to the bathroom, and heels in my purse. She said I was so out she actually checked my breathing to make sure I was alive. SCARY!! I of course never heard anything.
The next morning when I finally came to, I tried to piece things together in my head but couldn't remember anything. As I laid there trying to get the fog to go away in my head I knew something had happened to me that I had never experienced before. I was not a sweet, innocent, little girl at this time. I knew what my drinking limit was, I had been drunk quite a few time, and hungover more than I would ever like to remember.... this was nothing like that.
When "J" finally woke up she asked mw WTH had happened.... I couldn't tell her anything because I didn't remember anything. She then told me about her night and showed me the vial messages Dr. Roofie had sent her when she went looking for me instead of going with him. For any of you who know me I was instantly pissed! I was no longer worried about what had happened to me but I wanted to punch him directly in the throat for leaving my friend alone on the strip in Vegas. After numerous ignored calls and texts, and I sat at Starbucks in the casino still trying to clear my foggy head, I finally answered Roofie boys call and let him have it! Not only did he play down what had happened to me (and actually laughed about it), but he did the same when it came to what he had done to "J", and had the nerve to ask us to meet him at the Venetian for lunch and a gondola ride, and for some reason we did it. At the time I wasn't sure who had slipped me something or what had really happened... but after that gondola ride "J" and I were both pretty positive.
We once again left and went back to our room alone to get ready for the concert. Finally some girl time like we had planned.... haha! Both of our cell phones started going off with texts and calls, when we didn't answer the room phone started ringing... REALLY?!?! A FB message came through to both of us saying he was downstairs and wanted to know which room we were in so he could come hangout with us until the concert. Dude was NEVER going to get the clue that this was a GIRLS trip and when exactly was this reunion he was supposedly in Vegas for??? Things were getting even more weird and not adding up. I finally sent a message that we had already left the hotel and were headed to the concert, and then we ditched out watching our backs the whole way to the other casino, but once again it didn't end there....
After an amazing concert we decided to walk the strip and have some fun just the two of us, because if you remember this was a GIRLS trip. We posted a few pics that night at the M&M Factory and instantly the messages started about us ditching him and making this his worst Vegas trip ever... WOW! Despite all Dr. Roofies drama that night we had a great time, met a couple of guys that we walked the strip with and then went back to our hotel ALONE.... or at least we thought we were alone. I left "J" at a slot machine and went to the restroom, when I came out I saw one of the guys we had met that night. I said HI and started heading back over to "J" where I saw the other guy grab her and kiss her. I seriously thought "oh no, here we go again and slid right in to "ditch" mode. I grabbed Jen and we headed up to our room... until we saw both guys following us, and we hauled ass out the doors. When we thought they had given up we went back in to see them waiting by the elevators, I saw a security guard and went right up to him and told him we were being followed by a couple of guys and couldn't get up to our room because they were now waiting by the elevators. He was nice enough to take us up the back security way and deliver us safely to our room.
Dr. Roofie wasn't quite done yet and made sure to post on social media that we were horrible and he had the worst trip of his life to Vegas, which of course made me laugh because he wasn't even the one who had gotten roofied or left alone on the strip!! We headed to Freemont street that day and had an amazing time at a drag bar where no one hit on us, drugged us, or followed us!
As we left Vegas the next morning we stopped at store and bought pepper spray.... a little too late but HEY at least we bought some. As we drove home still slightly in shock from the weekends events, we both received a nasty message from our Dr. Roofie telling us what horrible people we were and that he was no longer going to be our friend... Funny that someone I thought so highly of and loved spending my time with had finally shown his true colors and I was happy to see him go!
You would think I would have learned from this experience, but I have to say my next "crush" was not any better!!
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