Ellejays Trip Repot

[mrankimonki]

so you went to tao on thur and the bank on sun, and you never stopped by the jc table????????

i doubt any of us knew where it was and how to contact the right people!

[dnix]

so you went to tao on thur and the bank on sun, and you never stopped by the jc table????????

[KC2Vegas]

great review thanks for sharing keep it coming

[ellejay]

So my friends decided they wanted to take us to Moorea Beach. By the time I get into the car (again sober driver) that incidentally STILL had the my friends puke on the side of it from the first night we were there. I looked down at it and looked up about to say “dude you didn't clean the puke off the car” when I was told to shut up and get in the car.

So I take out my phone and start posting drunk things on the forum and to friends. I am at this point out of control drunk. Even on the way there I know I am going to get crazy. After all I reason, Vegas owes me for last nights bomb!

We get to the Mandalay Bay and enter Moorea Beach. Because we were with the local group we did not have to pay which is good because as a girl it wasn't worth paying too much for.

Moorea Beach: Easily the most laid back pool party I have been too. Even more laid back then Bare. I thought the people were nice looking and they were the classy sort who, upon reflection, probably didn't pee in the pool. It was not very crowded you could actually snatch a chair.

There were girls everywhere without tops. So I got into it the spirit too. I was again all over the place talking with people and just having a good time. I may or may not have been grabbing boobies. I was laughing so hard about it that I HAD to drunk post on here and tell you all about it. I especially like to grab fake ones because they feel so weird. Plus girls with fake ones are all about getting a good grab, after all they PAID for them! Why not get your $$ worth? Anyway if you know someone who was complaining about a topless blonde running feeling up their girlfriends you MIGHT know who that was!

So after awhile my friends friend got totally wasted. He said he wanted to go back to Wet Republic. So we were like ok lets go. On the way to the parking lot, the guy was so drunk here are some gems:
“where are we going?” one minute passes “Where are we going”
“I'm going to drive” (no your too drunk) “Fuck you, I'm going to drive!”
“Fuck this fucking shit” (sir there are children present) “Fuck your fucking kids!”

The list goes on.

So when we get to the car he starts grabbing for the keys and I'm like no your wasted. And he turns on me! He starts saying shit that made no sense. But I got the feeling that he was going to get even worse, so I grabbed my friend and left.
(Side note: My friend ended up trying to take him home to sober him up. On the way he stopped at a stoplight and the drunk guy jumps out of the car and takes his shirt off... throws it into the road and starts running away. My friend had to pull over and get out of the car. Wrestle him down and drag him to the car. They are both very buff so it must have been a sight! But he finally got his drunk friend in the car.... Then the guy puked on THE OTHER SIDE OF HIS CAR! Ha ha. The next morning drunk guy thought that the DJ put a roofy in his drink... yeah right Mr. I cant hold my drinks)

So we make our way back to the hotel. I call Patrick and we make vague plans to hang out. We figure on Carmel and then the Bank. As you may know I was not a fan of the Bank, but its supposed to be good on Sunday and I figure why the hell not.

I rest up and then start getting ready for the night ahead. My feet hurt so bad, I do the UNTHINKABLE. I wear a cute dress with gold sandles rather than heels. I seriously would not make it out of the hotel let alone to the club in heels at that point. On the way I feel awesome because I can move with ease.

We get to the club early, and decide to gamble a bit. I lose like $20 all said and done. My friend wins like $50. And we decide that we should get our hands stamped and then go to the bar. When we arrive Fred the door guy (who also does some hosting so I can give you contact if your looking for someone nice) says he will take care of us and sends us to Caramel with another guy to get free shots.

Caramel: Caramel is a nice little bar! It was full of an older more mature crowd but not too many grayhairs. On the inside it kind of reminds me of a nicer bar in the SF where I am from. Except cleaner (bay area folks know what I mean) and there is nice music.

For the ladies they get two for one drinks with pass. It makes AMF's like $14 for TWO. I gobble free shots with my friend when we look at each other and make the silent agreement that we are going to move on to drinks! A few drinks later an older lady about mid – 30s comes up to us to and asks if we are with the travel agent conference. We say no, and then she runs over to her friends and starts wispering.

With the drinks working in our system we decide to start dancing even though no one else is and it is clearly not time to dance. After a few songs a group of nice looking cougars starts “wooting” and I shit you not “Raising the roof” and starts dancing with us. They starting to try to dance dirty and I knew it was time to make our way to The Bank.

We show up to a pretty large line, but I yell at Fred and he takes us in. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers! We thank him him for the drinks and the nice treatment and make our way up the escalator.

The Bank: Ever been to Light and wondered, what if they paint everything black and make a giant pit in the ground to dance in? That is the Bank. You walk into a black rectangle. The middle of that is a dance floor that is sunken. Then there are levels with tables and at the top, bars.

K. and I are all about dancing that night so we hit the floor. The only problem is my dress keeps coming down! WHY?!? Its so annoying to dance and look down and have an errant boobage or ass cheek. Whatever I'm drunk and so I just try to keep a good dress watch.

Right away some college boys join ask to dance and proceed to start to bore the living shit out of me. I can tell you that when I dance I don't really want to talk anyway, but my dance partner kept talking and talking and talking. He ranged from such exciting topics as:

Arena Football
Ft. Worth Texas
Socks to wear with clubbing shoes
His flight
Buffets

I wanted to get away SO bad. I felt like I was trapped. I look over to K. and she seems to be having a VERY good time with the guy she is talking too. So I know its going to be a long night. I mean I'm not going to break up her fun night because I was with literally the most boring person on the planet. Just when I felt I was going to go crazy who should come walking down the stairs but............... Patrick!

Poor Patrick, I pounced on him like crazy wombat!

I held on to him like a drowning man to a lifeline!

The guy left and I was saved! I was FREE! I WAS ALIVE!!!!!!! I nearly cried for being so grateful that the vegas gods should throw me a bone and get me out of that situation.

Of course this meant that I had to buy Patrick a drink! We grabbed some drinks. The night gets blurry...

I remember dancing with Patrick and all these people and spilling a drink ALL OVER this girls head. I felt SO bad. SOO BAD. I mean it was not a little, it was a lot. AND SHE WAS NICE. I still feel really really bad about it. I am usually the one who gets spilled on, so it sucked to spill on someone else who was nice and pretty and a lot of fun to dance with.

Hey chick I spilled a drink on: I am totally sorry, I know I said that I was but I really am. I owe you like 10 drinks and a lapdance!

I also remember my friend telling me we were going home, and me asking if she had cab fare:
“Yeah Elle I have cabfare”
“Well you should have no problem getting home!”

I was wasted and didn't want my night to end because I was having a good time.

In all I got in while the sun was in the sky and I had a very fun night!

Drinks: $100
Cab:$30
Food $19

Next up..... Monday and my Liver calls the Police

[ellejay]

Day 6 Sunday'

Boobies! Shots! Vegas Lights!

The morning was difficult but not as bad as the others. Likely because of my shitty night the night before. I felt really bad that I had an off night and that I owed it to my friend to make sure we had the best day and night possible. So upon waking I was like a tiger, ready to pounce on any fun that moved.

We had lunch at Tamba the Indian restaurant. It wasn't that bad and if you are a non meat eater than its one of the best options I've found. They also have a restaurant.com coupon, so yay for saying $10! I did burn my finger a little bit on one of the buffet warmers. I think it was because my mind was slow from the marathon partying I had been doing.

I text the host listed on this site to get on the guestlist for Wet Republic and he was BEYOND nice. The Kardashians were having an event and the place was a madhouse. He let me call him and he walked us through the line. He was VERY VERY professional and I can say that next time I book a bed or cabanna I am only going to use him. I seriously was impressed.

Wet Republic: A larger pool party. I really like the layout and size It is big without being too big. They have fun DJ's and people are there to party. Make sure you get there early and you can grab a chair and party the day away!
So after passing even groups of even hotter girls then me in line I was ready to drink and party. My Vegas friend (and his friends) were there and so we had some shots and drinks and I hung out on the couches and danced. I went to the pool and I could not believe the number of hot guys that were there. I am serious. This is where they have all been hiding. I mean the bodies on these guys were for real.

Now I know how guys feel when talking to a chick with a nice body. Its so hard to look them in the eyes! I just wanted to look at abs!!! I totally thought I was seeing hot bodied guys before, but seriously ladies they are totally at Wet Republic. Ok, that's enough of me being a sleaze.

They also had a sparkling sake tasting which was fun. I don't see myself actually buying the stuff because I prefer a more traditional sake, but it was fun to taste and talk about it with the people around.

My friend was starting to hate small talk with people and was being a bit anti social. She is very soulful and deep. I am a big sloppy drunk. So I told her to go sit in the pool and I went “Patrick” crazy and was going around meeting people and having a good time.

[WarreN]

I'll have your Liquid cocaine next time I promise!

I'm lagging soooo bad on my TR....i've been working like crazy to make up for all the money I spent...Hopefully I'll get to it this weekend....just in time for everyone to be over all of our crazy trips from this past weekend. lol

[ellejay]

ok day 6 tomorrow morning!!!!!!!!!

[Mr.Vegas]

LDW bro..L.D.W.!

Damn right brotha ... damn right!

[Cisco419]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJkHykGRXrw

hahaha "where the white woman at?!?" That's where that's from!

[luckythirteen]

Great TR so far....thoroughly enjoying it!

Well since everyone was complaining about the asian women

[ellejay]

ha! i havent seen blazing sadles in soo long............ still working on sunday...................

[cashrules]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJkHykGRXrw

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....

If you want to hit on a girl in an Asian dominated club, you have to deal also with her friends.

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[ellejay]

First off, I second your opinion about Asian dominated clubs. I'm ethnically Asian and I consciously choose not to go to those types of clubs because it's too cliquey. Generally speaking, the guys are insecure and the girls are stuck up. If you want to hit on a girl in an Asian dominated club, you have to deal also with her friends.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Second - Is Tao Beach open as late as Tao?

yeah it was when i went!!! ok you made me feel less... i dunno weird about stating what i thought.