Revised Column... Vegas

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 three of 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 California Highway Patrol Officer 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 Jessica 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 Jessica told him that she didn’t have her registration.

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 Jessica a chance to explain that she just recently bought the car and was unaware that when you receive the tags in the mail, the registration is in the same envelope. She put the new tags on the car, but threw away the registration. Luckily enough, he just gave her a speeding ticket, never checked the trunk full of alcohol, 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.

Our night in Vegas started off with drinks and dancing. We were having a great time until we have a bad run-in with some girls. That’s right, we got into a fight and instantly got spoken to by the Las Vegas police. We managed to talk our way out of being in trouble, but fighting is not something we would have wanted to get into in the first place. Fortunately for us, nothing major happened.

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 Mary 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.