We left the club and were hungry....where do we go!?
Considering we were a group that vastly consisted of Asians...pho was a pretty obvious choice. However, what did surprise me was that a 24 hours pho place existed.
It seemed like an amazing novel idea whilst in my drunken stupor. It didn't quite sink in that we were in Vegas and everything is always open.
As we walked to grab a taxi....I meowed like a cat at a guy walking by. I still don't know wtf I was thinking. He said something like, "hey there kitty" or something. I got freaked out and quickly hobbled away in pain. Damn you, stilettos!
I never thought my pseudo pick up line would be successful =[
When we finally got a taxi, I got shot gun and quickly discovered that our taxi driver was high....I could just tell! But he got us there safely so that's all that matters.
Once we were there and sat down, the waiter kept ignoring us even though the place was super empty.
I ordered pho and a thai tea boba.
The tapioca sucked. The consistency was really hard to chew and swallow. The pho was okay, nothing special but price wise...it was on the expensive side. Ah, Vegas prices.
I dropped my money plus tip and peaced out early.
As I hobbled away slowly, in excruciating pain from my damn shoes in order to hail a taxi....I mused: Um, did we really have to come all the way to Vegas to go to the Asian part of town???
At least I was called a "hot betch" by some chick driving by in a taxi and "hot" by some random dude back at the hotel.
It made the pain I was experiencing a tad less severe.