Day 3 bitches!
TR Day 3 – Wasted Space - Wednesday NYE eve
Woke up around 10:30AM. Not feeling too bad. Oh wait, that’s because I wasn’t drunk last night, fucking concerts! Anyway, grab Jenn a sandwich from Earl’s and I go to valet to pick up my car, as jenn is going to sleep all day I guess. Valet says an hour wait. WTF!!! After like an hour I finally get my car. This is a bunch of bullshit, every time I go to the Wynn valet takes 5 seconds but at the PH a fucking hour. I bitch at the valet person and he says they always have long waits. So much for customer service!
Off to the golf course. Go to Badlands golf course in Summerlin. Very nice course lots of expensive homes lining the fairways. The people in my group bitch about the fact that it is a desert course. They are stupid, go play a course in phoenix if you want to see a true desert course. This one was not. Most of the round hitting great shots. Putting like shit, oh well still beats working. The only negative, I would figure at a course like this the cart girls would be hot, just some old broad wtf! Pick up a couple bottles of the sparkling wine that Jenn likes and back to the hotel.
Both of us get ready while throwing down the drinks! I think she drank a whole bottle while getting ready. At least she will be more fun than usual! I had a good number of vodka monsters and jager bombers as well. (Speak of the devil I just poured a vodka monster and I think Jenn is drinking wine. What the life.) We finally get ready and grab a cab over to place called the hole in the wall. It is located behind the Flamingo. It is known for having awesome Italian food and I must agree. We left that place stuffed. Plus they had free all you can drink wine so that is always a plus! Head over to the Hard Rock and I can barely move.
Get to the Hard Rock. Check in with our host Chuck. Really cool guy! Go gamble for a few why waiting for everyone else. Lose a little. Get a text from George saying that they are here and he is in a white tie. Spot a guy in a white tie in front of wasted space. Start to talk to him and he is like who the fuck are you and they take off. At first I think wtf that wasn’t friendly bunch of assholes, and then I think jc.com people can’t be assholes and just then another text comes through and George says he is at a slot machine right by me. Two people with white ties in the exact same location, I should have played the lottery that day!
Say our hellos and other bullshit and we are ready for wasted space, me, Jenn, Aria, Nyceguy, and Drew. George now can’t find his ID. After a few he decides to go back to his room to (attempt) find it. So the rest of us go in. Drew pitches in for bottle service and George was too (more on that in a minute). Get in and get a sweet huge table overlooking the dance floor! It’s the MMA awards after party too, so there is a bunch of fighters walking around as the place gets packed. Get a bottle of goose and one of sky for a total of $360. You can’t beat that. They also threw in a bucket of beers for Jenn since she doesn’t drink hard liquor. Pussy! The club is filling up, everyone keeps texting George and he finally realizes that his ID is gone for good. How the fuck do you lose your ID in Vegas (I still love u though, George, not in a homo way). So I get stuck paying for the rest of bottle service
We are all getting drunk. Oh yeah Aria is a size Double F according to some people. I couldn’t tell though! Finally, Marc and Simon show up and move their 2 bottles to our table so we have like 6 people drink 4 bottles of vodka! We are all getting pretty hammered. Some guy comes in with some fat chicks and pitches in towards bottle service, so I let them stick around. Next thing I know Marc is making out with some huge girl. He was sucking on her titties and they were just hanging out of her shirt. Even though she was fat she still had huge titties so all in all not bad!!! We keep drinking. Next thing I know Jenn is making out with Marc and I’m not really that concerned as it is Vegas and we all our drunk! I think at some point one of the fat chicks was trying to grab my junk too, so whatever! I leave to cash in my chips from early (I snuck out at some point and won some money playing black jack.) I guess Jenn follows me and I don’t remember anything else from the rest of the night. I was plastered! I guess we had sex all sorts of different ways. Glad it was good for her because I don’t fucking remember. The night was a blast!
More to come!
Time to pour another vodka monster!
TR Day 3 – Wasted Space - Wednesday NYE eve
Woke up around 10:30AM. Not feeling too bad. Oh wait, that’s because I wasn’t drunk last night, fucking concerts! Anyway, grab Jenn a sandwich from Earl’s and I go to valet to pick up my car, as jenn is going to sleep all day I guess. Valet says an hour wait. WTF!!! After like an hour I finally get my car. This is a bunch of bullshit, every time I go to the Wynn valet takes 5 seconds but at the PH a fucking hour. I bitch at the valet person and he says they always have long waits. So much for customer service!
Off to the golf course. Go to Badlands golf course in Summerlin. Very nice course lots of expensive homes lining the fairways. The people in my group bitch about the fact that it is a desert course. They are stupid, go play a course in phoenix if you want to see a true desert course. This one was not. Most of the round hitting great shots. Putting like shit, oh well still beats working. The only negative, I would figure at a course like this the cart girls would be hot, just some old broad wtf! Pick up a couple bottles of the sparkling wine that Jenn likes and back to the hotel.
Both of us get ready while throwing down the drinks! I think she drank a whole bottle while getting ready. At least she will be more fun than usual! I had a good number of vodka monsters and jager bombers as well. (Speak of the devil I just poured a vodka monster and I think Jenn is drinking wine. What the life.) We finally get ready and grab a cab over to place called the hole in the wall. It is located behind the Flamingo. It is known for having awesome Italian food and I must agree. We left that place stuffed. Plus they had free all you can drink wine so that is always a plus! Head over to the Hard Rock and I can barely move.
Get to the Hard Rock. Check in with our host Chuck. Really cool guy! Go gamble for a few why waiting for everyone else. Lose a little. Get a text from George saying that they are here and he is in a white tie. Spot a guy in a white tie in front of wasted space. Start to talk to him and he is like who the fuck are you and they take off. At first I think wtf that wasn’t friendly bunch of assholes, and then I think jc.com people can’t be assholes and just then another text comes through and George says he is at a slot machine right by me. Two people with white ties in the exact same location, I should have played the lottery that day!
Say our hellos and other bullshit and we are ready for wasted space, me, Jenn, Aria, Nyceguy, and Drew. George now can’t find his ID. After a few he decides to go back to his room to (attempt) find it. So the rest of us go in. Drew pitches in for bottle service and George was too (more on that in a minute). Get in and get a sweet huge table overlooking the dance floor! It’s the MMA awards after party too, so there is a bunch of fighters walking around as the place gets packed. Get a bottle of goose and one of sky for a total of $360. You can’t beat that. They also threw in a bucket of beers for Jenn since she doesn’t drink hard liquor. Pussy! The club is filling up, everyone keeps texting George and he finally realizes that his ID is gone for good. How the fuck do you lose your ID in Vegas (I still love u though, George, not in a homo way). So I get stuck paying for the rest of bottle service
We are all getting drunk. Oh yeah Aria is a size Double F according to some people. I couldn’t tell though! Finally, Marc and Simon show up and move their 2 bottles to our table so we have like 6 people drink 4 bottles of vodka! We are all getting pretty hammered. Some guy comes in with some fat chicks and pitches in towards bottle service, so I let them stick around. Next thing I know Marc is making out with some huge girl. He was sucking on her titties and they were just hanging out of her shirt. Even though she was fat she still had huge titties so all in all not bad!!! We keep drinking. Next thing I know Jenn is making out with Marc and I’m not really that concerned as it is Vegas and we all our drunk! I think at some point one of the fat chicks was trying to grab my junk too, so whatever! I leave to cash in my chips from early (I snuck out at some point and won some money playing black jack.) I guess Jenn follows me and I don’t remember anything else from the rest of the night. I was plastered! I guess we had sex all sorts of different ways. Glad it was good for her because I don’t fucking remember. The night was a blast!More to come!
Time to pour another vodka monster!
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