Tao vs. Bunco

I think there is something wrong with me. Seriously, my DNA must be wired weird or something. You don't believe me? Here, check out my weekend:

Friday Night: Rex and I went to the Tao nightclub downtown. (http://www.taolasvegas.com/tao.html) The website's going to give you a better description than anything I could write. Rex and I had never been to a club before, and this one is fancy. There is a $40 cover charge to even get in the door! It's where all the celebrities hang out. Kim Kardashian throws a New Year's Eve party there every year. You get the idea. Anyway, one of Rex's friends from school has connections at Tao and could get us on a VIP list to get in for free, plus we got to skip waiting in the massive line to get in. A bunch of Rex's friends from school were going, so we figured why not? It could be fun...

Well, it was fun. I think. I mean, it was kind of fun. We had fun being with friends, anyway. This club was nuts. They had dancers hanging from the ceiling by their waists. They had women in skimpy rose-petal bikinis bathing in weird bowl-things. Everyone was so packed in tight together that I could hardly breathe, and someone dropped their drink down my back (which is actually an expensive accident, since drinks were $12 each. I know because I saw my friend buy one, not because I paid $12 for a drink. THAT would never happen). They had an army of hundreds of terra cotta soldiers guarding one of the bars. It was actually quite creepy.

Rex and I stayed for a little while, but then I think we realized that we were both waaaay freaked out by the whole thing. We left the club and went to hang out in the Venetian, which was awesome. Did you know that the Venetian has a "Grand Canal" INSIDE the building where you can ride in gondolas and look out over the water? Well, it does. The whole place looks just like Venice (or how I would imagine it, anyway...I've never actually been to Venice). We walked around and explored until 2:30 AM, when our friends were finally ready to go.


Saturday Night: Rex and I are trying to get more involved at our church, so we went to Bunco Night on Saturday. We didn't know anyone, so that was pretty intimidating. When we arrived, I looked in the window and said, "Rex, they all look old. Should we just leave?"

I am so glad we didn't. We went inside and met THE nicest, most welcoming people ever. They were so awesome. Most of them were probably my parents' age or older, but they were still super cool. We played Bunco for two and a half hours, and I discovered that I'm terrible at it. I lost ten games. At the end of the night, I won the "Biggest Loser" prize, which was a gift card to Subway. Whoo hoo!


Here's the issue: how is it possible that I had more fun at Bunco than at Tao?! My church's Bunco game has never appeared in People magazine. The average age at Bunco was about thirty years older than the average age at Tao. Millions of dollars have been spent on making Tao "cool," but about $25 was spent to put on Bunco night. Still, somehow, Bunco was way more awesome. I think I'm 22 years old going on 67.

Luckily, I'm married to a guy who agrees with me. We both had way more fun at Bunco and can't wait to go back next month. I doubt that we'll ever go back to Tao (or any other night club). Maybe it's a weird life, but whatever. It works for us.