Lesson Learned; an important takeaway from Vegas

Whelp, I don't know if this needed to be said, but just in case, here it goes:

Do not bring your Monday - Sunday pill container full of unmarked pills for various over-the-counter ailments to a club.

You see, bouncers that check your purse before you enter a club aren't just looking for firearms (which is what I had always assumed). They also look to see if you might be pedaling legal / illegal drugs to fellow party go-ers. And since I had forgotten that I had put my plethora of pills in my XL purse, I quickly learned, when I unzipped my Barney Bag, security personnel take their jobs very seriously.

It was like they had just won the lottery.

Like, "Hey Bob, look at this girl with this armory of PILLS. WTF is she thinking?!"

Honestly, what was I thinking?

Not sure.

I'm sure it wasn't the first time this had happened, but boy did I feel like a tool.

Of course they had to have me dump the contents.

I'd make me dump the contents if I ever bounced at a club in Vegas. Or anywhere...

My Ibuprofen could have been Molly (Is molly even a pill? To me, Molly is forever one of the original American Girl Dolls), my Aleve PM could have been acid (does that come in pill form?)!

They don't know!

And despite my adorably innocent face,

and the two seconds of begging for the contents to remain in my possession

they legally could not let me keep it.

I thought for a moment; like what if I had a heart condition and needed those pills to keep me alive?

Security would have had my blood on their hands!

...But then I realized, I could have just not entered the club if that was truly the case, even though that would have been devastating to my plans to party...

. . . But then also, what if someone had intense indigestion while breaking it down on the dimly lit, overpacked dance floor? What if I noticed the signs and had my Tums readily accessible?

I could have lessened their suffering significantly!

They could have continued their flossing / fist pumping / Bernie -ing on the dance floor, uninterrupted.

Their pain, AGAIN, would have been on the bouncers.

Not me.

Overall, however;

I was just grateful I wasn't quarantined like the time I had tried to bring my father weinershnitzel back from Germany.

That was a scene.

And by scene, I mean I walked into a room in the back, sat for 15 minutes tops while they wrote down that I tried to bring in foreign meats, and then I left.

Anyway, lesson learned.

I will carry that newfound piece of knowledge with me throughout the rest of my travels

and spread forth the word.

Skål x x

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