RNJBond's LDW Trip Report

[Guest]

Haha, nice, I'm excited for this to come through. So bored with my regular chocolate and vanilla flavours.

The good thing about the chocolate is that you can spice it up. I toss in some nescafe instant coffee sometimes to make a mocha coffee shake..and other times I throw in some peanut butter. Its not too bad actually.

[rnjbond]

The good thing about the chocolate is that you can spice it up. I toss in some nescafe instant coffee sometimes to make a mocha coffee shake..and other times I throw in some peanut butter. Its not too bad actually.

Saturday mornings = milk, chocolate whey, banana, peanut butter, and a little ice. OMG so good.

[Guest]

Saturday mornings = milk, chocolate whey, banana, peanut butter, and a little ice. OMG so good.

It beats one of those Starbucks "wannabee" Protein shakes any day of the week! If you bring starbucks into my gym, you get laughed at.

[rnjbond]

I should probably finish this. Damn, this trip happened two months ago; aite, here we go...

Part IV - Fin (Part III if you missed it)

Drop "Throw It In The Bag" by Fabolous into your iTunes
Wake up to a text from a promoter I had been in touch with. He tells me that Fabolous is performing at Jet that night. Fabolous is a favourite of ours, especially "My Time", so I immediately try to rally the troops for this and we're all down. I start arranging the deals, but it's time for food now. We decide that we have to be touristy at least one day, so we head to Bellagio and hit up the buffet. Now, I'm vegetarian, so I only had half the choices, but it was a ridiculous amount of food available and we ate beyond belief for fun. Sadly, no one else was down for the $5 bottomless champagne

We head out of the Bellagio, watch the fountain show (never gets old), and head to the Planet Hollywood casino. Something about this place just instantly appeals to me -- it's very "Young Vegas" inside and really feels like an ideal casino for me. One of my friends decides we should all jump roulette tables and play on feelings, which works surprisingly well. Grab our cash, head to O'Shea's.

Put on "Dream Girl" by Akon
We heard they have beer pong tourneys here, along with cheap Blackjack tables, so we jump here. Sadly, all the beer pong tables are full, so we find a cheap blackjack table and start playing. During one game, putting $20 down, I basically rang the gamut of emotions, from triumphant wins, to crushing losses. In the end, betting is a losing proposition, so I ended up losing. Oh well...

Head back to the hotel and it's already evening time. Our plans to meet the promoter are solid, so we head to grab some chasers from the Walgreens near the Venetian before heading back to the room. I opine to my buddies that we really should grab some dinner before we head back so we can drink more. Naturally, this suggestion gets clearly shot down. No dinner and no naps? Oh well, we got a massage at Brookstones, which made up for the lack of sleep

Time for "What We Talkin' Bout" by Jay Z
Preparty time! It's the last night of our trip, so naturally, it means we go out the hardest. We have the Patron from the night before, along with a handle of Malibu rum available, and we just line up shots and keep taking them, while chasing it with a mixed drink. Mission = get drunk as quickly as possible.

Also, even though we're not high school girls, we have a tradition that on birthdays or on the last night of trips, we nab a sharpie and track how many drinks we've had on our forearms. At some point, this becomes a competition, but the best part is when you see it the next morning and wonder how it is physically possible to get to that number.

Head out the hotel, cause ruckus in the lobby, just as normal. It turns out that one friend put us down for a VIP table in the meantime, so now I have to blow off my promoter (sorry, buddy!) and go for a VIP table I wasn't too thrilled about in the first place. Oh well. So while we wait, someone else realises that we haven't eaten dinner yet...

Malibu bottle in hand, we cross the street. Obnoxiously drunk at this point, we decide to continue drinking straight out of the bottle. Thank you, Malibu, for making your bottles plastic!

Run across, eat a quick slice of pizza, when I get a call from one friend that we apparently left behind. Uh oh. So I buy him a slice and we head back. Five minutes later, we can't find my friend and he won't pick up his phone. Leave him some texts and head inside.

Sit down at our table, which is off to the side. I wasn't too happy, but we're all drunk at this point and I'm more worried about the buddy that wasn't with us. So we drink some more, try to get hold of him, nothing happens. The club is popping, but I'm too worried, so I grab the only other sane friend with us and we head out on our trip's little "Hangover"-style moment.

Hit up "Day 'N Nite"(original) by Kid Cudi
So we're both outside Treasure Island and can't find our friend. We go to security, express our concerns, try to describe him, and have people put a lookout for him.

Then, we wonder if he went back to the hotel, so we walk back to the Venetian, go to our room, talk to security, the whole bit, all while calling and texting him. Where the hell could he be? We consider filing a police report, but decide not to go that far.

We check the place where the rest of us ate (not the lost guy), and he's not there. In the meantime, we pass by a casino (can't remember which one) that was selling $1 beers. Naturally, my buzz has gone and I cannot resist a bargain. I grab two and pound them in about two minutes on the way back to Jet. Turns out we came back right in time to go watch FABO.

Here we go! "My Time" by Fabolous
"GO HARD... TODAY!" is how he opens up. Perfect, our favourite song. Guess what time it is? My my my time.

Fab has a great stage presence and really gets the crowd going. We were about ten feet away from the stage, which was awesome. At one point, I was close enough that I could have actually hit him (of course, I didn't) and we were all psyched. Hell, he sang all of our favourites -- My Time; Everything, Everyday, Everywhere; and Throw It In The Bag.

In the middle of this, I get a phone call.... it's the friend we were looking for. I pick it up and all he says is "Where are you guys?" non-chalantly. I try not to hurl my phone at the stage and instead tell him we'll meet up with him after Jet. Turns out in the five minutes since I talked to him while eating pizza, he passed out... outside the hotel. Standing up. For four hours. HOW THE HELL DOES THIS HAPPEN?! Actually, in retrospect, this is absolutely hilarious, though we were really worried at the time

Finally, his performance ends and we're all psyched up. I decide to grab another beer and we party it up at Jet for a little while longer before, well, the special surprise of the night...

"Outta Control" by Baby Bash
It's our friend's birthday party and we're in Vegas, so obviously, we have to go to a strip club. Our friend arranged for everything -- a limo there, comped cover, one free round of drinks, and a limo ride back at... Bada Bing? I'm sure it's no Rhino, but I really don't care.

We jump in the limo, beers in hand, and head to Bada Bing. I honestly don't frequent strip clubs, unless friends make me go (I know most guys say this, but I'm serious). We head inside and the place has about twenty strippers (mostly attractive, surprisingly), but we're basically the only people there. More for us?

We get our first round of Coronas. Naturally, everyone is more concerned with the strippers, so there's more beer for me. I basically had everyone's beer for them over the course of the night and got stupid drunk. I talk to some strippers, refuse lap dances, and instead decide to just be retarded with them. None of them like me

Head back to the room around 6 am, try to pack, pass the hell out.

End with "Memories" by Kid Cudi
Wake up the next morning. P and I have a flight back, so we grab our stuff, and head to the airport. I'm running on very little sleep at this point, and I am potentially still drunk from all those beers at the strip club, so I'm just silly the entire time in the airport. Naturally, I got stopped at security AGAIN and put into the box while they searched me. Hell, I didn't even have any metal on me!

During this time, I decided to call friends that weren't there and narrate stories from the night before, especially of our friend who passed out standing up. This is another tradition of mine from any trip -- retelling the stories while they're still fresh in my mind makes the trip that much more awesome in my head. Everyone in the security line is staring at me as I'm semi-yelling into my phone:
Me: "Guess what time it is?"
Friend: "Uh.. it's the same time zone ove.."
Me: "MY MY MY TIME"

Yeah, I'm ridiculous.

We grab some burritos at 360 Burritos, which leads to me cursing the burrito I was eating, in front of the staff (they were horrible). Finally, we board our flight, discuss our next big upcoming trip (Austin for Halloween... which happened a week-and-a-half ago!), look at the pictures on the camera, gossip, and remember our trip fondly.

Went back home and showered the Vegas off me. I no longer smelled like a bad combination of hair gel, cologne, cigarettes, alcohol, stripper, and heat.

And then the PVS set in the very next day at work...

Finished!

[dnix]

nicely done. we have some good writers on this forum. thats why I just post pics.

[Guest]

Yea, strip clubs are not for everyone. I just don't see the purpose of paying for something in which I can get for free, and in abundance anyway.

[rnjbond]

Haha, not everyone is studly enough to nab a hot girlfriend.

Plus, I will admit, strippers are kinda funny to talk to.

[BritishV]

Nice TR...not sure I'd have wanted to meet you at your more raucous moments..but sounds like you had a lot of fun.
Must go back and read parts 1-3 now!

[rnjbond]

To be fair, as obnoxoius as I may be, I'm just as entertaining.

[BritishV]

To be fair, as obnoxoius as I may be, I'm just as entertaining.

I'm sure you are

[Guest]

Haha, not everyone is studly enough to nab a hot girlfriend.

Plus, I will admit, strippers are kinda funny to talk to.

now now .. go go dancers are not strippers

[rnjbond]

There's a difference?!

[Drew]

There's a difference?!

royale's just rationalizing cause his gf used to go go dance

[rnjbond]

Uh oh.

Time to slowly sneak out of here...

[rnjbond]

Also, to complement Part IV (in sig), here's a video of Fabolous performing:
[ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYu_4V6VF00[/ame]