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FREMONT STREET IS PACKED, and the party is loud and entertaining. The drinks are flowing, and we stop for at least one in every establishment. I have to admit that I’m feeling no pain. We’re talking, laughing, and checking out all the excitement. The live band plays as we take a seat at 4 Queens Patio, watch people dance, and put away some more shots.
“So, you said you had ideas for tonight,” she giggled. “Yes, ma’am.” I point up, and her eyes follow, then go wide. “Heck yeah!” She jumps out of her seat and looks around to see where we go to get on the zip line that runs the length of the LED-lit tunnel.
“Come on,” I misstep, getting up, and she takes me by the arm, “SlotZilla, here we come!” She calls out, and we go in the direction of the entrance. As we get in line, we pass a couple making out against the building, visitors taking pictures with waitresses, tourists taking selfies, and a woman just flashing me. “Nice tits!” I say this place is insane. A go big or go home kind of feel, and it gives me an idea. Nicki slaps my arm, which grabs my attention and pulls me up in line.
I wave to Nicki as she gets strapped into the harness to my right. Now that is a sight we may have to bring into play in the privacy of our own home. I shake my head to clear the thought and slide my legs into my harness.
“You ready?” I call out, “As ready as I’ll ever be!” The doors begin to descend, and the view is spectacular. “Hold your hands in front of you and fly like superman, '' the instructor says, and we do as he says. The cool night air and the pure adrenaline have me flying down and into the tunnel. LED lights flashing and drawing attention to every attraction. We pass the 4 Queens where we were before, then the Golden Nugget.
The people below look small from seven hundred feet above. The Mermaid on the right and the La Bayou on the left have me swiveling back and forth, trying not to miss anything. I hear Nicki scream as we approach the landing dock, and we’re jerked to a stop. We move forward slowly, and the instructor comes over and helps us out of the harnesses.
“That was freaking awesome. She stands with both arms stretched above her head. I step and lose my balance falling on my drunk ass. She burst out laughing and comes over, reaching her hand out to help me up. But instead, somehow, I made her fall on top of me.
Hysterical, somehow we make our way to the exit, “we need more drinks,” I slur and sit down at the nearest place, which just so happens to be Wana Taco. Mmm, it smells good, “I need food.” I reach in my pocket and throw a few bills on the table. Nicki takes it and comes back a little bit later.
We eat, then hit the next bar, then the next, and then the next.
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Nicki
I’ve never witnessed Diesel so drunk, but after the day we had, I’ll be grateful to just pass out when we get to the room. My body aches in all the right places, and the zipline heightened my drunken state. When Diesel pulls my arm, we stumble down the road, and we enter a building. Some guy is talking to him, and I look around, but not many people are here. Just a few couples.
“Will you?” Diesel says, drawing my attention back to him. I nod, “Yeah, sure. Why not.” I reply, not even sure of what he said, but I'm up for anything the way I’m feeling, and Diesel is never spontaneous. So, if he wants to do something, I’m all in. I take another sip of my drink as we walk into another room with a bunch of chairs in it.
“You like me,” Diesel says, holding my hand, and I reply, “I do!” and throw my arms around his head and kiss him, spilling my drink everywhere.
A woman escorts us out and tells us, “good luck!” yeah, whatever, lady.
