It’s not
everyday that you and three friends hop into your car at 11pm on a Friday night
to arrive on the Las Vegas Strip at 7am –joggers and streetwalkers the sole
inhabitants of an otherwise vacant street. Caesar’s Palace staring at you in all its gaudy lure, void
of the blaring music and flashing lights that commanded hordes of club goers
merely hours prior. But alas,
somehow I found my way there Memorial Day Weekend. So let me tell you how it
came about.
Urban Dictionary
defines the game time decision as a “decision that is held off until the moment
when it must be made. Very commonly used by professional coaches, especially of
the NFL.” San Francisco 49ers
Coach Jim Harbaugh favored the use of the game time decision during his tenure
at Stanford when evaluating players’ injuries, preferring to list them as a
“game time decision,” thus eluding his opponents who therefore would have to
scheme for the first team player when, in fact, Harbaugh was fully aware that
said player was incapable of walking, better yet meaningfully contributing on
the field. Talk about tactics.
Contemporary use
of the “game time decision” has come to encapsulate making last minute
decisions –whether it’s what outfit you’ll wear to the party (plan a few,
choose one the night of) or where the night will take you (have a few options
and go with the flow), which is precisely how we ended up in Las Vegas for a
total of 16 hours and drove for 18.
I never said the game time decision would be the most well conceived,
now did I?
9:45pm:
“What’s
happening on campus tonight? Another frat party?”
9:46pm:
“Ugh, I wish we
were in Vegas right now.”
9:47pm:
“Let’s drive to
Vegas!”
9:48pm:
“I’ll pack my
things!”
9:49pm:
RA chimes in
about the safety of driving through the night to which we decide we can turn back at any time.
10pm:
We’re on the
road, five bottles of 5 Hour Energy in hand.
7am:
Arrive in Las
Vegas and immediately devour IHOP. Proceed to feel slightly nauseous.
7:30am:
Arrive at the
Cosmopolitan spa; purchase a $40 day pass, ensuring our lodging for the next 12
and a half hours.
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Look at the wide-eyed excitement entering the spa after the 547 mile drive. |
8am:
A Jacuzzi, steam
room and shower later, we are all asleep on four of the five lounge chairs,
much to the horror of the women strolling through for their relaxing
treatments.
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Yup, still happy leaving for Kaskade at Marquee. |
12pm:
High five
Kaskade at Marquee Dayclub.
6pm:
Return to the
spa’s trusty lounge chairs for nap round two.
9pm:
Birthday dinner
at Bouchon.
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Pre-dinner cocktails at Bouchon. |
9:30pm:
Realize we can
barely keep our eyes open yet alone stay up until 1am for Iggy Azalea.
10pm:
Furiously search
for hotel rooms, which includes a desperate phone call to the Hooters Hotel,
which amazingly finds it completely within their rights to charge $398 per
night, a miraculous 1000% increase over their standard rate. Holidays -__-
11:30pm:
Back on the
road!
7am:
Back to school.
Zzzzz.
Give it up for
the game time decision. Now tell
me, what’s your most memorable GTD?
*Note that no alcohol was consumed prior to driving back to school thanks to a 5pm alarm titled "Stop drinking!" thus no persons were harmed in the execution of pursuing the GTD. Also note the conspicuous absence of photos leaving Vegas.
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