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That’s what you get for waking up in Vegas « Jocelyn Wong's Blog

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That’s what you get for waking up in Vegas

How to become an international triathlon superstar, step #10: Party like a rockstar. (But only at appropriate times, e.g. after races. Really.)

soundtrack for the weekend: Katy Perry’s “Waking Up in Vegas”

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(Best to play this while reading the blog.)

So it was Scottie’s first time ever in Vegas, and my first time there as a “grown-up.” HAHA…and by “grown-up” I mean over 21. I lived in Vegas for 10 weeks during the summer of 2002. I was only 20 and didn’t have a fake ID, but was also training for my first Ironman and working as a research assistant at the university. So I never had the true debaucherous Vegas experience…until after Ironman St. George!

We had to do the requisite daytime activities…

Scottie with Black Betty & White Tiger, highly entertained

Scottie with Black Betty & White Tiger, highly entertained

Like see the fountains at the Bellagio…

the big climax!

the big climax!

Take a bike tour up and down the Strip on our Cervelos…

heading towards New York, New York

heading towards New York, New York

oops, I forgot to take off my dorky helmet sticker.

oops, I forgot to take off my dorky helmet sticker.

Then of course as night fell, the normal Vegas shenanigans involving gambling, drinking, partying, and stealing tigers ensued.

at the cigar shop

at the cigar shop

Scottie’s big sis Heather was our entertainment sponsor for the weekend and we got to stay with her at Mandalay Bay and then the Luxor. BIG THANK YOU TO HEATHER!!! The elevators at the Luxor were a bit dodgy actually since they go up the sides of the pyramid. Everything was Egyptian themed, as you can see in the sheets here:

very important to rehydrate after an Ironman

very important to rehydrate after an Ironman

Oh yes, there was also the crucial task of rehydrating properly post-race. Luckily I had bottles from my liquor sponsor Haamonii Smooth Shochu on hand. If you mix one part Haamonii Lemon with one part Lemon-Lime Gatorade and pour over ice, you get your electrolytes and it’s pretty low-calorie too! ;)

Ran and Scottie playing Blackjack

Ran and Scottie playing Blackjack

Our buddy Ran from New Jersey also raced in St. George and showed us how to properly win money in Vegas. I hung out at the roulette table while they were at Blackjack…but like Lady Gaga says “Russian roulette is not the same without a gun.”

Being a broke-ass student most of my adult life, and now a broke-ass pro triathlete who did not win any prize money in St. George, I have never been a fan of gambling. But on a whim I passed by the nickel slots during a potty break and being the high roller I am, put in a WHOLE DOLLAR. Then I won big time and knew just when to cash out:

oh yes, I quintupled my money baby!

oh yes, I nearly quintupled my money baby!

When Scottie saw my voucher, he made me put it into the electronic blackjack table at the dueling piano bar. (Very highly recommended if you go to New York, New York.) I kept winning and wanted to cash out but Scottie pressured me to keep playing. Finally when I was up to $8.90 I cashed out. WOOHOO! I was so proud I wanted to take another photo of my voucher but Scottie said NO. :( But seriously, my $1.00 got me $8.90! Winner winner chicken dinner! :)

New York New York, where I won almost $9!

New York New York, where I won almost $8!

Our last night was the biggest and blurriest. You know how they say “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”? It’s because you don’t always remember what happened in Vegas, well and also because there are parents (mine) and young children (not mine!) that read this blog.

Just listen to the Katy Perry song. At some point there was indeed a lost hotel key, dirty looks, Elvis…and then crap, just like in the Hangover, at some point I realized I lost my friend Scottie. I even checked the roof of Ceasar’s Palace to no avail. No tigers were stolen, but the lions at MGM Grand were most definitely declared missing at about 4am.

who stole the lions?  It wasnt me, I swear!

who stole the lions? It wasn't me, I swear!

And no, me and Scottie did not get hitched. At least, not to each other. ;)

Well somehow we both survived and lived to blog about it. I am actually going back to Vegas on Tuesday…well just to fly through en route to Spokane, Washington for my next adventure. I am not hungover any more so I promise to blog more often. :D

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