What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Is it to surprise that what happens in Vegas doesn’t necessarily stay in Vegas? The saying is catchy, but it never quite works the way it’s stated.
Sin city, or city of lights? Call it what you like, but Vegas is a place where anything goes and the rules are meant to be broken.
Earlier this month my friends and I decided to go to Vegas on a whim for Labor Day weekend. Since the trip was planned unexpectedly, it was too expensive to book a flight, so we decided to drive. It takes eight to nine hours to drive to Vegas, so we were in for a long trip in which we hoped to stay out of trouble.
As soon as we crossed the Sacramento county line and barely made it into Elk Grove, a cop decides to pull us over. Wow! We hadn’t even made out of California and barely out of Sacramento without getting into trouble. My friend was driving and unfortunately she was speeding. Not to mention that it was also her birthday weekend. It was nerve wrecking getting pulled over because we had loaded up the trunk with alcohol. Can you really blame us? Come on! We were on our way to Vegas. Of course we were not drinking and driving, but you just never know if we could have gotten into trouble for having that much alcohol in our possession. The cop was a fairly nice man only up to the part when my friend told the him that she didn’t have her registration with her.
The cop pulled us all out of the car because he thought it was stolen. How funny is that?! No registration, bottles of alcohol and only a dream to have fun that weekend. The cop never gave her a chance to explain that she just recently bought the car and was unaware that the paper that comes along with the new tags is actually the registration; in which she had thrown away. Luckily enough, he just gave her a speeding ticket and let us go.
Eight hours later we arrive in Vegas and couldn’t be anymore relieved. We had managed to have a safe trip.
Safe couldn’t last forever. The reason to go to Vegas is to let loose and have fun right? Well, I guess maybe sometimes you can be having way to much fun and end up in the police station for having a brawl at a club. Of course it wasn’t our fault! Things happen right? It was literally only the first night there, and we had already gotten into trouble with the police twice. Once again, we got lucky and were let go.
So we go on with our trip and get no sleep. Still halfway drunk from the night’s entertainment. We start gambling and have more and more drinks coming our way which honestly does not make you aware that you are losing money. For some odd reason, we don’t care and keep going at it because were having the greatest time ever.
Whoever said third time is a charm is an a**-hole. How in the world could we possibly get in trouble with the police again? Sometimes being in Vegas doesn’t make you quite the most intellectual-college-educated-person you may be, so your attention span may not be at its highest. My friend somehow swapped her license and credit card with someone else at the bar. Later on that evening, she obviously wasn’t paying attention and tried to use the I.D. and the credit card elsewhere. What a coincidence it was to think that the credit card was the exact same one she had just with a different name. A near-by cop was called. He thought we had stolen the credit card and the I.D.
Even throughout all the different mishaps, I might say we still had a great time. What happened in Vegas didn’t necessarily stay there because we came back with hangovers, a ticket, and almost a police record.
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This column has real possibilities, but seems to have not provided sufficient details for readers to understand what is going on.
ReplyDeleteFor example, what paper did the driver of the car throw away, showing that she owned it? Didn't it have a license plate? And if not, how did the police let her drive away?
And the trunk full of alcohol. Was it checked?
But the most troubling is that this column bounces around, making it difficult to figure out how many times people had run-ins and tries to cover more miles than there is between Las Vegas and wherever the writer started from.
A tightly written piece - focusing just on the first part of this trip (with details) would have made for a much more readable column.
Details, details, details. This story screams for them. How many people were in the car? Three? seven? Nine? And the 'cop?' A highway patrol officer, or an Elk Grove unit? Or a Canadian Mountie?
The reach of the writer seems to have exceeded her grasp by trying to jam a weekend into 675 words.
Better to leave some of Vegas in Vegas in this case...