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| - The boyfriend used to live in Vegas. Do you know what this means? This means that the typical vacation to Vegas that results in a trip to the free clinic doesn't apply. In fact, it means we stay here only as long as we need to, and then we get out.
So in an attempt to restore some normalcy to my accidental expectations about having a better Vegas-y time, we went to the Stratosphere. My intense fear of heights ruined any enjoyment we could have had, as well as my boyfriend unwilling to stop taunting me. I'll go on record as being a little too honest here and say: this whole scenario ended in tears.
Driving around later, he suddenly says, "We're going to see my dad."
I freshen up and we go to the Inn Zone, where his dad hangs out a lot and it's like a family to him. I know the feeling--dive bars are the best. It's a bar that allows smoking, and he orders cokes anyway so it's a great way to hang out with his friends. There's gambling, smoking, drinking and having fun--wait...doesn't this sound like the Strip?
We ended up playing "miniature golf" on a huge arcade machine for close to three hours, drinking and smoking and having a fantastic time. Everyone was happy. No one was getting stupid. No girl was trying to dry hump the arm of a couch some random guy wearing too much cologne was sitting on. Not one person went outside and puked.
It was good, clean, dive bar fun. If I have to come back to Vegas, you had better believe that if someone asks me ideas about what a great place to go is, Inn Zone will be in my list of (very short) answers.
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