FIST PUMPING IN VEGAS OH YEA

So we finally had a typical Las Vegas Night, and I'll be the first to admit, I had a great time, despite a lot of things that I would not typically like about this type of night. While writing about it, inevitably it'll sound like an awful time, just because I hate clubs and everything to do with them. But let's call it being open to new experiences. Let's call it being positive. It's one thing to be in a situation, given the chance, you'd rather not be in. It's another to be a spoilsport and complain about it. So, this is Joe Kain, Optimistic Clubber.

We - being Pam, I, and some of Pam's friends that were in town for the night - went to a club in the Mirage called the Beatles Revolution Lounge. "Oh cool," you say, "you like the Beatles, so that sounds like the perfect place for you to go." Don't kid yourself. This club has about as much Beatles influence as LMFAO's "Sexy and I Know It." I saw no Beatles references, heard no Beatles songs, nor swam in any Beatles Yellow Submarines. But that's okay! You shouldn't expect any of that at a club anyway.

And you know what else is okay? A cover charge of $20 for guys. Pam was a sweetheart and split it with me, because ya know, she's a girl and she gets in for free and all. It's all good. Females have to wait like 20 minutes to use a public bathroom, right? It's a fair trade-off.

And you know what else is okay? Absolutely absurd beer prices. Alright, not absurd for Vegas, but when you grew up paying $5 to drink all night from a red cup, it's painful to both my heart and my wallet when I have to pay $9 for one single bottle of Blue Moon. Seriously, it was okay though, because the two beers that were bought were beers number 16 and 17 for me, so it's not like I needed a lot anyway. And God bless the people who were drinking mix drinks. $14 for a red bull and vodka! Christ.

The music was typical club fare, lots of pumped-up pop hits, with a healthy dose of things that can't necessarily call music per se, like LMFAO's "Sexy and I Know It." Seriously, why does this song exist? To further critique the DJ, he went overboard with the whole "Shout out to all my girls from [insert place here]!" schtick. We get it, yo, you like when All the Girls From California go WHOOO, but take it easy. (Christ, I sound pretentious.)

We ended the night when our dancing shoes were all worn down, and with a quick pit stop at a pizza shop (seriously, all nights should end with a drunk slice of pizza), we journeyed back to the Can (as in, Candlewood Suites, I'm trying to get it to catch on). Arriving home at 3:30, we had ourselves a Vegas night.

So, I dressed nice and went to a club last night. I don't like clubs. It's just not my thing, ya know? When you're with friends though, and you're tipsy, and you're TRYING to have a good time, you usually have a good time. Last night, I had a good time.