Mixed drinks, mixed emotions

So, we jumped off a building.

Okay, we didn't actually jump off ... we kind of glided off.

After an afternoon of fun in the sun, Danielle and I took the elevator to the top floor of the Rio Hotel & Casino to cash in another Groupon. I had ziplined in the past, so I was anxious for the adrenaline spike. Truth be told, I was actually more nervous about the outfit I was wearing. I borrowed Danielle's top - a white peplum blouse with a sheer diamond cut-out in the back - and she had convinced me to try leggings. Strange as it may be, I had never worn them before. Either way, as we walked out to the launching pad, I was so focused on my outfit, I didn't even consider what was about to happen. As the operators started to secure us in, it hit me all at once. Crap. This is kind of high. I have really bad luck...what if...?

Before I could finish that train of thought, we were gone and I was screaming, f-bombs and all. Makes me super excited that we ended up buying a video that literally consists of me screaming, "F*@# me! F*@# me! F*@# me!"

Though it was definitely worth it and I would do it again in a heartbeat, I have no intention of watching that monstrosity of a video - ever.

Once we returned back to the rooftop, I insisted we make a beeline for the bar. Drinks were expensive, so I decided not to drink very much. The aforementioned sentence is pretty important to note, but we'll get back to that later. That being said, I guzzled down the first one pretty quick to settle my nerves. I ordered another and Dani and I took up residence in some comfy seats along the edge of the open club. It was gorgeous. Views were as far as the eyes can see. Dani insisted on commemorating the moment with several selfies. She took a few and then I took some, ultimately deleting all, but one. I looked off in the distance, watching what I assumed were couples dance and embrace one another. I'm not a bitter person, but the last thing I wanted to see was people canoodling. Thankfully, the DJ started something worth dancing to and Dani and I were never shy about dancing in front of strangers. We were alone, initially, but the shimmying seemed to make us some friends. Before we knew it, we were up at the bar chatting with new friends with new drinks in our hands. Danielle met some guy running a company at some conference and they started talking photography. Two of his workers gathered around me, but it was the 21-year-old that decided I looked like someone that would not only enjoy his thrusting on the side of my leg. After a not-so-subtle brush-off, he decided that he'd better tell me about his two children, a recent death in his family and how, despite our distance, he could see a relationship with me working out. Our short-lived romance was broken up by some newlyweds and last call for drinks. As the club started clearing out, my child romeo made one last attempt, but unfortunately, our love wasn't meant to last and Dani and I flanked left into the already-crowded elevator.

Giggling and snorting up a storm, Dani whispers, "Do you know where we're going?" I responded, with a half-smirk, shrug and said, "We'll just follow these guys. It'll be fine."

Turns out "these guys" had no idea where they were going and walked us straight into a wall. Throwing up my hands in a mock-frustration, I declared to the strangers guiding us, "Well, that's what we get for following a bunch of strangers."

They laughed.

We laughed.

They invited us for drinks to "apologize" and we followed.

As one of the handsomely-dressed gents started speaking, I detected an accent. As it turns out, the "misguided men" were French poker players and reporters. So much for not drinking much...