Sunday 1/10:
Everything was fine on the flight to Chicago. It was when I got there that the issues started. I had a two hour layover so I headed to the bar. After a pounding a few Sams headed to the gate. Of course I was delayed. I was supposed to get in at 7pm, now it was going to be closer to 9. After waiting some more they now say the flight is going to have to be cancelled. Thanks United Airlines! I was not going to be robbed of a night in Vegas so I asked how close I could get to Vegas tonight. Well the closest was Salt Lake City. So I fly in and pick up a rental for the drive. It is 422.2 miles from the SLC airport to the MGM Grand parking garage. Wow that sucked. Oh, did I mention to thank United Airlines?
So since I finally got in at 12:30am I figure the night is not a total waste so I catch a cab over to XS. I got in without too much trouble. Evidently the AVN awards were the night before and alot of the "talent" was at XS. I saw Teagan Presley and some other well endowed ladies partying the night away. I didn't have much to drink because I was tired from the drive and had an 8am teleconfence. Got back to my room around 3.
Monday 1/11:
After I was done with work it was time to hit the blackjack tables. Played for 3 hours to even, but I drank for free so it was a win for me. Then I took the walk over to City Center to see what all the fuss was about. To me it looks impressive fromt he outside, but Aria was just another run of the mill Vegas casino. Not all that impressed. I had a really important presentation the next morning so I packed it in early about 11pm. I've gotta make sure I can pay the bills and afford to come back.
Tuesday 1/12:
Yes!!! Work is done, now it's time to relax. Head over to Planet Hollywood for my blackjack session. I played way too long (8 hours) until I realized I needed to eat before heading over to Pure. Went to my favorite low cost location The Earl of Sandwich.
Now it is time to hit Pure. I know there are mixed opinions of this place, but it has always been in my top 5. Mostly because I have had quite a bit of luck with the ladies here. Well, tonight it was dead, and I mean really bad. When a single guy shows up at 11:30 and can get right in that is not a good sign. I did find a nice group of ladies to dance with for a while before they were called over by the Aussie Douche Bag table. Evidently the price for drinking at the ADB table is full on molestation. The girls were quickly back over by me but the ADB mafia followed. One of them was really getting out of hand so I slipped the bouncer a $20 and asked him to keep an eye on this one guy that was going to be an issue. He ended up getting tossed and of course his ADB friends blamed me. The last thing I need is to end up in a fight outnumbered 10:1 on a business trip, so I quickly hit the door. It was already 2am anyway so it was back to the room for me.
Wednesday 1/13:
Today I went to the Palms for my BJ fix. Another 6 hour session. I ended up $100 so I was happy and ready to go. Tonight I was headed to LAX, not my favorite, but Chamillionaire was going to be there so at least I knew it would be busy. What does Chamillionaire stand for anyway, someone who pretends to look like a millionaire but isn't? Arrived at 11 and got in after about a half hour. There were two guys from New York in line behind me that I quickly befriended and we headed in together. I lost the guys from New York after about an hour because I head down to the dance floor and they wanted to stay by the upstairs bar, but it was my last night in town and you don't score by holding up the bar. On the dance floor were to beautiful women I later found out were from Colombia. They were sisters and one was there with her fiance who she quickly introduced me to. Wow instant wing man. He was really trying to push his future sister-in-law off on me. Most likely because he wanted some alone time with his fiance. At about 4am we leave the club and I use my piss poor broken Spanish at an attempt to invite her back to my room. Wow, it actually works, but I have a problem... I have to leave for the airport at 6am. Fast forward an hour... yes it was an hour, and I am trying to figure out what is the least rude way to ask her to leave so I can head to the airport. I jump in the shower and then start packing. That did the trick, she gets the hint and I walk her down to get a cab. Como se dice "walk of shame" en Espanol?
Everything was fine on the flight to Chicago. It was when I got there that the issues started. I had a two hour layover so I headed to the bar. After a pounding a few Sams headed to the gate. Of course I was delayed. I was supposed to get in at 7pm, now it was going to be closer to 9. After waiting some more they now say the flight is going to have to be cancelled. Thanks United Airlines! I was not going to be robbed of a night in Vegas so I asked how close I could get to Vegas tonight. Well the closest was Salt Lake City. So I fly in and pick up a rental for the drive. It is 422.2 miles from the SLC airport to the MGM Grand parking garage. Wow that sucked. Oh, did I mention to thank United Airlines?
So since I finally got in at 12:30am I figure the night is not a total waste so I catch a cab over to XS. I got in without too much trouble. Evidently the AVN awards were the night before and alot of the "talent" was at XS. I saw Teagan Presley and some other well endowed ladies partying the night away. I didn't have much to drink because I was tired from the drive and had an 8am teleconfence. Got back to my room around 3.
Monday 1/11:
After I was done with work it was time to hit the blackjack tables. Played for 3 hours to even, but I drank for free so it was a win for me. Then I took the walk over to City Center to see what all the fuss was about. To me it looks impressive fromt he outside, but Aria was just another run of the mill Vegas casino. Not all that impressed. I had a really important presentation the next morning so I packed it in early about 11pm. I've gotta make sure I can pay the bills and afford to come back.
Tuesday 1/12:
Yes!!! Work is done, now it's time to relax. Head over to Planet Hollywood for my blackjack session. I played way too long (8 hours) until I realized I needed to eat before heading over to Pure. Went to my favorite low cost location The Earl of Sandwich.
Now it is time to hit Pure. I know there are mixed opinions of this place, but it has always been in my top 5. Mostly because I have had quite a bit of luck with the ladies here. Well, tonight it was dead, and I mean really bad. When a single guy shows up at 11:30 and can get right in that is not a good sign. I did find a nice group of ladies to dance with for a while before they were called over by the Aussie Douche Bag table. Evidently the price for drinking at the ADB table is full on molestation. The girls were quickly back over by me but the ADB mafia followed. One of them was really getting out of hand so I slipped the bouncer a $20 and asked him to keep an eye on this one guy that was going to be an issue. He ended up getting tossed and of course his ADB friends blamed me. The last thing I need is to end up in a fight outnumbered 10:1 on a business trip, so I quickly hit the door. It was already 2am anyway so it was back to the room for me.
Wednesday 1/13:
Today I went to the Palms for my BJ fix. Another 6 hour session. I ended up $100 so I was happy and ready to go. Tonight I was headed to LAX, not my favorite, but Chamillionaire was going to be there so at least I knew it would be busy. What does Chamillionaire stand for anyway, someone who pretends to look like a millionaire but isn't? Arrived at 11 and got in after about a half hour. There were two guys from New York in line behind me that I quickly befriended and we headed in together. I lost the guys from New York after about an hour because I head down to the dance floor and they wanted to stay by the upstairs bar, but it was my last night in town and you don't score by holding up the bar. On the dance floor were to beautiful women I later found out were from Colombia. They were sisters and one was there with her fiance who she quickly introduced me to. Wow instant wing man. He was really trying to push his future sister-in-law off on me. Most likely because he wanted some alone time with his fiance. At about 4am we leave the club and I use my piss poor broken Spanish at an attempt to invite her back to my room. Wow, it actually works, but I have a problem... I have to leave for the airport at 6am. Fast forward an hour... yes it was an hour, and I am trying to figure out what is the least rude way to ask her to leave so I can head to the airport. I jump in the shower and then start packing. That did the trick, she gets the hint and I walk her down to get a cab. Como se dice "walk of shame" en Espanol?
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