Sorry it took so long, buI was slammed at work and caught a nasty bug while in Vegas. Anyway, here it is....from what I remember and from what my friends told me. LOL
Ok, Saturday the 26th, woke up bright and early at 4am and loaded the car to go to the airport. Breezed through that, get on the plane and before I knew we were touching down at McCarron. Get our bags, and cab it over to HR. Things are going smooth until we to the hotel.
None of rooms were ready...go figure. (Side note, out of all my 15 trips to LV, this has only happens to me at HR) None of us were in our bathing suits for Wet. So we decide we're gonna go in the bathrooms to get changed. Of course the guys took 5 seconds, but the girls took about an effing hour. WTF?? LOL
Finally, we are ready to go. We drop our bags at the bell hop, get in a cab and get the eff over there. Of course I had to tell cab driver about the entrance off of Koval street cause none of them ever know.
Get out of the cab, and hear the beats pumping and get wait to get in. Text our host and tell him we are outside. He comes and greets us and then proceeds to tell us because we were late, they sold our cabana. UGH!
So we had a choice of one of the tables behind the DJ booth or a bed by the volleyball pool. We opt for the bed. As soon as we get to the bed, our waitress drops a bucket of beers all over my boy. She apologizes, then proceeds to bring us 2 buckets on her. Awesome, things are looking good at Wet.
We order up our first bottle of Ketel and some mixers. I haven't really eaten so I decide I'm going to go easy and drink the beers. Well that didn't last long. Before I know there is a vodka/cran in my hand and I'm dancing on our bed. WTF that didn't take long. LOL
Before you know, we are into our second bottle and every is getting a little crazy. The crowd was crazy, the music was awesome and now all of my crew knows why this is the best pool party in Vegas, hands down.
Things are going good until...***douche bag alert*** some little drunk a$$hole comes over to us and asked if we had extra celery. We all look at each other and repeat his question and I ask what are you talking about??? His friend comes over and says don't mind him he's a mess...um you think? So he takes him away, and the 2 mintues later the dude comes running over and wants to fight all of us. Um, handle liquor much?? Luckily, our host was haging with us and he grab a security guy to escort the litte douche away.
Alright so the rest of this is all heresay....cause I don't remember sh!t. LOL Supposedly, during my drunking stupor I manage to fall twice. Once off the bed, and the second time I was walking a drink over to my friend in the pool and slipped cause it was wet and landed straight on my ass. All my friends and GF laugh, and some strange girl comes running over and yells at them, then proceeds to help me up.
Around 7:30 ish, I decide I need a nap and pass out on our bed. My GF wakes me up, and I'm like I need to leave. She didn't want to leave so I said fine, I'll alone. Which of course she wouldn't let me in state, so she decides to come with.
Now, I swear, when we walked out of Wet, there was a big taxi line, and no taxis. So I tell her lets walk back to HR, it's not that far. LOL Which in my opinion, I didn't think it was a bad walk. She disagrees. She later on told me there was no one waiting on the taxi line. I think she's lying. LOL Besides, it was probably quicker to walk back to HR, then to walk all the way to the front of MGM and wait for a cab.
Anyway, thank God the GF was somewhat coherent, because next thing I know, I wake in a bed in a hotel room. I look at her and say...who's room are we in and where are our bags?? Her reply was...this is our room and our bags are right there you drunk ass. To which I say "OH", and pass out until Sunday morning.....
More to come...
Ok, Saturday the 26th, woke up bright and early at 4am and loaded the car to go to the airport. Breezed through that, get on the plane and before I knew we were touching down at McCarron. Get our bags, and cab it over to HR. Things are going smooth until we to the hotel.
None of rooms were ready...go figure. (Side note, out of all my 15 trips to LV, this has only happens to me at HR) None of us were in our bathing suits for Wet. So we decide we're gonna go in the bathrooms to get changed. Of course the guys took 5 seconds, but the girls took about an effing hour. WTF?? LOL
Finally, we are ready to go. We drop our bags at the bell hop, get in a cab and get the eff over there. Of course I had to tell cab driver about the entrance off of Koval street cause none of them ever know.
Get out of the cab, and hear the beats pumping and get wait to get in. Text our host and tell him we are outside. He comes and greets us and then proceeds to tell us because we were late, they sold our cabana. UGH!
So we had a choice of one of the tables behind the DJ booth or a bed by the volleyball pool. We opt for the bed. As soon as we get to the bed, our waitress drops a bucket of beers all over my boy. She apologizes, then proceeds to bring us 2 buckets on her. Awesome, things are looking good at Wet.
We order up our first bottle of Ketel and some mixers. I haven't really eaten so I decide I'm going to go easy and drink the beers. Well that didn't last long. Before I know there is a vodka/cran in my hand and I'm dancing on our bed. WTF that didn't take long. LOL
Before you know, we are into our second bottle and every is getting a little crazy. The crowd was crazy, the music was awesome and now all of my crew knows why this is the best pool party in Vegas, hands down.
Things are going good until...***douche bag alert*** some little drunk a$$hole comes over to us and asked if we had extra celery. We all look at each other and repeat his question and I ask what are you talking about??? His friend comes over and says don't mind him he's a mess...um you think? So he takes him away, and the 2 mintues later the dude comes running over and wants to fight all of us. Um, handle liquor much?? Luckily, our host was haging with us and he grab a security guy to escort the litte douche away.
Alright so the rest of this is all heresay....cause I don't remember sh!t. LOL Supposedly, during my drunking stupor I manage to fall twice. Once off the bed, and the second time I was walking a drink over to my friend in the pool and slipped cause it was wet and landed straight on my ass. All my friends and GF laugh, and some strange girl comes running over and yells at them, then proceeds to help me up.
Around 7:30 ish, I decide I need a nap and pass out on our bed. My GF wakes me up, and I'm like I need to leave. She didn't want to leave so I said fine, I'll alone. Which of course she wouldn't let me in state, so she decides to come with.
Now, I swear, when we walked out of Wet, there was a big taxi line, and no taxis. So I tell her lets walk back to HR, it's not that far. LOL Which in my opinion, I didn't think it was a bad walk. She disagrees. She later on told me there was no one waiting on the taxi line. I think she's lying. LOL Besides, it was probably quicker to walk back to HR, then to walk all the way to the front of MGM and wait for a cab.
Anyway, thank God the GF was somewhat coherent, because next thing I know, I wake in a bed in a hotel room. I look at her and say...who's room are we in and where are our bags?? Her reply was...this is our room and our bags are right there you drunk ass. To which I say "OH", and pass out until Sunday morning.....
More to come...
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