Day -1: Travel UCK!
Get up finish packing – Finally hit the road at about 10am, six hours straight driving we hit our friends place in the bay area. Hang out and go to bed.
Day 1: Bunnies, Strawberries and Security Escorts
We hit SFO at about noon, after a short trip on the BART. Go check in with Virgin America. I completely forgot that they charge per bag so for Leia and I’s bags cost $60 ($30 each way) out of my drinking budget arrghh. You know how much I hate baggage fees! I still haven’t gotten use to them.
The flight took off on time, and I started to get my party mood on, almost there…
We hit LAS around 3pm headed down and collected our baggage then walked to the shortest taxi queue ever, meaning we walk straight to the taxi spot and then in the next cab ☺ We head straight for Palms place and check in. Didn’t try the sandwich trick, since I am figuring the Palms Place is nice enough, but the girl on the front desk notices that it is my Birthday the next day and tells me she will get me a strip view room on a high floor. Woo Hoo.
So happily with that we head for the 39th floor to our room, when we get there we start to unpack and I crack a beer from the mini bar and check out the room. About 10 minutes later there is a knock at the door, and room service is standing there with a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries for my birthday from the hotel manager (I read front desk clerk ). Talk about a shock, it was that bad that we forgot to tip (my bad).
So after the bottle of champagne and another beer unpacking is finished we think about heading to the pool but it is 4.45pm and the pool shuts at 5pm. What is that about I would be happy to be pool side until 6 or 7pm should have went there straight after unpacking.
So we head off to 24/7 Dinner Café for dinner, and I remember why I don’t eat before getting ready to go out… Part of my dinner ends up on my shirt. So we head back to the room to get ready and some pre-game action and a quick battle nap.
About 9.45 we head out of our room and head for the playboy club. As we are getting near their I text our host (the JC contact) who tells us to check in at the podium. We are just checking in as he comes out to meet us. Grabs my ID and credit card and off we go.
When he get us up to PB he takes us to our table, the one he is about to give us has shared seating with another table. Some one says something to him and he looks around and moves us to another table by itself. The table is in prime position right on the dance floor. He introduces us to our server for the night who in turn introduces another bunny who will be helping out and another guy who would be making sure the mixers and ice would be topped up.
We order a bottle of Ketel One and sit down to enjoy the night. Both Leia and I are great people watchers and the location we had for that in PB was excellent. I seem to start off slow on the drink with leia drinking 2 for my 1 (oh the shame), but that situation is soon cleared up but we still don’t seem to be putting a dent in the bottle.
In think one of the killers is that once we got a sitting position and we were drinking and chatting to each other we never really had the need to talk to another one else. So we just hung around the table chatted to the servers as they came by to check in on us, so not really a good night for socializing. It was a really good way to get into my birthday.
By three in the morning they start closing up shop and we get the remaining quarter bottle sealed up and security escorts us from the PB club down the elevator, through the casino across the skytube and up our room at Palms Place, really nice service I do have to say.
One note I do have it was 2 days later when I took the vodka out of the fridge that we notice it was a 1L not 75cl bottle of vodka as I had thought… no wonder we were having a harder job that expected getting through it especially with the pregaming.
-- More to follow. Gotta go to sleep before work in the morning. Uck!
Get up finish packing – Finally hit the road at about 10am, six hours straight driving we hit our friends place in the bay area. Hang out and go to bed.
Day 1: Bunnies, Strawberries and Security Escorts
We hit SFO at about noon, after a short trip on the BART. Go check in with Virgin America. I completely forgot that they charge per bag so for Leia and I’s bags cost $60 ($30 each way) out of my drinking budget arrghh. You know how much I hate baggage fees! I still haven’t gotten use to them.
The flight took off on time, and I started to get my party mood on, almost there…
We hit LAS around 3pm headed down and collected our baggage then walked to the shortest taxi queue ever, meaning we walk straight to the taxi spot and then in the next cab ☺ We head straight for Palms place and check in. Didn’t try the sandwich trick, since I am figuring the Palms Place is nice enough, but the girl on the front desk notices that it is my Birthday the next day and tells me she will get me a strip view room on a high floor. Woo Hoo.
So happily with that we head for the 39th floor to our room, when we get there we start to unpack and I crack a beer from the mini bar and check out the room. About 10 minutes later there is a knock at the door, and room service is standing there with a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries for my birthday from the hotel manager (I read front desk clerk ). Talk about a shock, it was that bad that we forgot to tip (my bad).
So after the bottle of champagne and another beer unpacking is finished we think about heading to the pool but it is 4.45pm and the pool shuts at 5pm. What is that about I would be happy to be pool side until 6 or 7pm should have went there straight after unpacking.
So we head off to 24/7 Dinner Café for dinner, and I remember why I don’t eat before getting ready to go out… Part of my dinner ends up on my shirt. So we head back to the room to get ready and some pre-game action and a quick battle nap.
About 9.45 we head out of our room and head for the playboy club. As we are getting near their I text our host (the JC contact) who tells us to check in at the podium. We are just checking in as he comes out to meet us. Grabs my ID and credit card and off we go.
When he get us up to PB he takes us to our table, the one he is about to give us has shared seating with another table. Some one says something to him and he looks around and moves us to another table by itself. The table is in prime position right on the dance floor. He introduces us to our server for the night who in turn introduces another bunny who will be helping out and another guy who would be making sure the mixers and ice would be topped up.
We order a bottle of Ketel One and sit down to enjoy the night. Both Leia and I are great people watchers and the location we had for that in PB was excellent. I seem to start off slow on the drink with leia drinking 2 for my 1 (oh the shame), but that situation is soon cleared up but we still don’t seem to be putting a dent in the bottle.
In think one of the killers is that once we got a sitting position and we were drinking and chatting to each other we never really had the need to talk to another one else. So we just hung around the table chatted to the servers as they came by to check in on us, so not really a good night for socializing. It was a really good way to get into my birthday.
By three in the morning they start closing up shop and we get the remaining quarter bottle sealed up and security escorts us from the PB club down the elevator, through the casino across the skytube and up our room at Palms Place, really nice service I do have to say.
One note I do have it was 2 days later when I took the vodka out of the fridge that we notice it was a 1L not 75cl bottle of vodka as I had thought… no wonder we were having a harder job that expected getting through it especially with the pregaming.
-- More to follow. Gotta go to sleep before work in the morning. Uck!
Comment