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With a little under 3 weeks to go to our first 'proper' Boys Vegas vacation ( 5 guys, 6th-9th May), I thought I'd share with you the briefest of Trip Reports from our previous stay in Sin City….
It's important firstly to note when reading this (for context) that we are all thirtysomething British, living near London, and therefore typically a little reserved by nature in comparison to you flamboyant and effervescent yanks. We love you dearly for it though.
What we lack in craziness we do however try to make up with english charm, looks and humour, and it's served us well in the past. Let's hope it continues in May, not too many more years before we are nearer 40 than 30…..
TR - Vegas 2004
Our first and only Vegas trip was an impromptu one. 7 of us went skiing for a week in Breckenridge, Colorado, and had a wonderful time. End of season (early April), the powder was amazing but the nightlife less so. Breckenridge was deserted in the evenings and we were all starved of a good party. We tried (in vain) to make up for it with numerous pool and darts competitions, it's really not the same..
4 of the group departed back to the UK, 3 of us remained in Denver for a few more days to walk the city. This didn't inspire me and I noticed on the map that Vegas was only a short hop from Denver (about 90mins) via plane and suggested that we book up. This suggestion wasn't warmly received by my comrades, they perceived Vegas as ' only worth going if you're gambling' and nothing more than a gangsters paradise. It didn't appeal to them, indeed they had set their sights on visiting the Denver Mint to see where the US coins are made. Yes, this is thrill a minute tourist stuff….;-)
But luck would be on my side.
Denver Mint was closed. (probably for re-polishing, lol) Their plans were thwarted. Their options ran dry, it looks like Vegas was worth a second look. How would I sell it to them ? I tried the ' great clubs, wonderful women' route, they weren't biting. They wanted the nightlife, but also the sights. I played the gold card, " Gents, apparently you can ride horses in Vegas, Cowboy-stylee ". Their eyes lit with imagination, "book us up, this town ain't big enough for the both of us" they said…. And so it was, $90 flights to Vegas booked on Saturday afternoon and we're en-route.
Flying in, let's be honest Vegas is not as appealing during the day as it is lit up at night. I was detecting some fatigue in the ranks and a touch of homesickness. We'd agreed on 2 nights in Vegas before returning to Denver for the last day before flying home. Costs were an issue, so I'd (foolishly) booked up at Circus Circus. Cheap and not so cheerful.
We arrived safely at the hotel. Then the fun started. A 90 minute queue for check in at Circus Circus, worse than any nightclub line I'd seen. Not happy, this was 4pm and we were tired. Thinking they should rename Circus Circus ' The Wiggersville'….
Eventually we got our room and headed down to the pool. Mistake, it was blowing a gale. This wasn't the Vegas I'd dreamed of. (or sold)
Head down for a few hours kip, we roused ourselves at 8pm. Quick shower and shave and plans for dinner. " We want to set expectations, we'll plan to be back by Midnight" they said. "Just wait and see, Vegas is magical" I replied. We headed off to the restaurants at Caesars, Vegas was by now fully lit and looking glorious.
A decent meal had, we ventured off to the Palms via taxi and into Rain. At this time it was more popular than currently, due to the MTV show. Packed out, we weren't feeling the love in terms of the music (a little too hip hop for our English palette) but had a couple of drinks.
Then the evening turned.
"Where you guys from ?" a voice uttered. We turned and saw the vision. Blonde, tanned, teeth so perfect they could stop traffic.
"London" we replied, still mesmerized.
"I'm Melissa, us girls are from Kansas City, this is Nicola, Sally-Anne, Julie. Come and join us at our table ". As if it couldn't get any better….
A note to the makers of 5 hour energy, Red bull and Gatorade. Let me tell you, pretty american girls have the capability of injecting bolts of energy into men in the way you could only dream of. I witnessed (and participated in) a transformation from lethargic homesick Brits to pumped virile ladykillers before Usain would have even reached the half way point.
Party we did. Many bottles of drink later and some pretty poor Dick Van Dyke -English Accent - Mary Poppins impressions from our American friends (very endearing, but the fact D.V.D was an American was lost on them) and they invited us back to their Hotel(Venetian) for some more drinks and the promise of hot tubs under moonlight. How could we resist ? We didn't…;-)
Alex was always the man most likely. Single, he's like a younger version of Hugh Grant and Melissa couldn't resist. They stayed all of 15 mins at the bar with the rest of us before they disappeared. Whilst I cannot claim witness, I am told that they ventured out to the communal hot tubs at 5:00am and started getting jiggy with it. All was well (they were interlocked) when a fat mexican decided that , despite the 4 other free hot tubs available, he would park himself in their hot tub, adjacent to Alex and Melissa. She was at this time sat astride him. Alex is a master at suppressing his emotions and pleasant dialogue ensued before he was able to subtley 'extract himself' from the situation. They continued on in her room though and remain long distance friends to this day.
As for me and Harry (the other member of the three amigos), we partied at the bar with the lovelies til 7:00am when fatigue got the better of me and I returned to Wiggersville, despite the promises on offer. Harry then decided 'Blackjack for breakfast' and disappeared with Nicola where they enjoyed each others company…I think he said he doubled-down at one stage…
Horses for courses. 10:00am Sunday, Harry and Alex met at the foyer and opted to take the pre-booked Cowboy adventure, despite the lack of sleep. They were lovin it. A good morning was enjoyed whilst I slept, and they burst into the Hotel Room at 2:00pm in the afternoon to announce " we bloody love Vegas !" . My work was done. I slept smugly.
I booked us tickets for Tony n' Tina on Sunday evening. Thought it'd be fun. Awoken early at 6:00pm, Harry and Alex were in a very grumpy mood and had faces like thunder. (though not bodies like Thunder - ladies)
After an obligatory photo with the Best Man, they sat at the table with low expectations. Then the energy bolt again…..The 'maid of honour' was a hottie and she whisked a grumpy face Harry onto the dancefloor for the conga, within seconds the beam was back, he loved it. A few more beers passed and we all enjoyed it.
After the show , myself and Alex were keen for partying. Harry not so but he tagged along. This was a mistake. We headed for Caesars and heard the alluring sounds of the Bee Gees eminating from the Ship docked inside the hotel. Middle aged revellers were dancing like there was no tomorrow to the house band. Stepping 'onboard' we immediately noticed that, despite their uncanny likeness to the Gibbs Brothers, these guys were Chinese! Only in Vegas do you get to witness Asia's answer to the Bee Gees cover band….
Myself and Alex wanted to party but Harry was dragging us down. Ignoring the fun (and the hottie-filled queue for Light adjacent), he insisted on us going elsewhere. We foolishly agreed and grabbed a taxi, during which he decided he wanted dropping back at Circus. The moment was gone. Alex and I checked out some locals clubs which were a bit quiet, before returning to the Hotel before midnight. An opportunity wasted and regretted.
Returning back to Denver on Mon AM, we had a nice day in the sun, saw the Colorado Avalanche and hit some dodgy Lap Dancing bar to finish in style. Not, may I say, any sort of style to be proud of. Indeed in the dim lights of the club I selected a target amongst the 'bevvy of beauties' for a lame dancing experience just as the club was closing. The lights came up and she looked nothing like I expected. Indeed she reminded me of one of the puppets from The Dark Crystal (Jim Henson, 1982 ). A fact not lost on Harry and Alex, bearing witness….
So here we are, present day and due to return to Vegas in less than 3 weeks with 4 other guys in tow. Harry is an absentee, but Alex (Hugh Grant) returns for much needed seconds. The two other guys with us are ready to 'hit Vegas hard' and we've lined up Tao (Thurs 6th), Ditch Fridays (Fri 7th), Palms wristbands (Fri 7th) and Tryst or Vanity on Saturday 8th. Doing it properly this time.
The group would love to meet up with anyone keen (ladies especially !!) and you can be part of chapter 2…..Just PM me or respond to the post and we'll arrange a meet up place on your preferred night.
Hope you enjoyed !
MC
No.1 fan of the Asian Bee Gees
With a little under 3 weeks to go to our first 'proper' Boys Vegas vacation ( 5 guys, 6th-9th May), I thought I'd share with you the briefest of Trip Reports from our previous stay in Sin City….
It's important firstly to note when reading this (for context) that we are all thirtysomething British, living near London, and therefore typically a little reserved by nature in comparison to you flamboyant and effervescent yanks. We love you dearly for it though.
What we lack in craziness we do however try to make up with english charm, looks and humour, and it's served us well in the past. Let's hope it continues in May, not too many more years before we are nearer 40 than 30…..
TR - Vegas 2004
Our first and only Vegas trip was an impromptu one. 7 of us went skiing for a week in Breckenridge, Colorado, and had a wonderful time. End of season (early April), the powder was amazing but the nightlife less so. Breckenridge was deserted in the evenings and we were all starved of a good party. We tried (in vain) to make up for it with numerous pool and darts competitions, it's really not the same..
4 of the group departed back to the UK, 3 of us remained in Denver for a few more days to walk the city. This didn't inspire me and I noticed on the map that Vegas was only a short hop from Denver (about 90mins) via plane and suggested that we book up. This suggestion wasn't warmly received by my comrades, they perceived Vegas as ' only worth going if you're gambling' and nothing more than a gangsters paradise. It didn't appeal to them, indeed they had set their sights on visiting the Denver Mint to see where the US coins are made. Yes, this is thrill a minute tourist stuff….;-)
But luck would be on my side.
Denver Mint was closed. (probably for re-polishing, lol) Their plans were thwarted. Their options ran dry, it looks like Vegas was worth a second look. How would I sell it to them ? I tried the ' great clubs, wonderful women' route, they weren't biting. They wanted the nightlife, but also the sights. I played the gold card, " Gents, apparently you can ride horses in Vegas, Cowboy-stylee ". Their eyes lit with imagination, "book us up, this town ain't big enough for the both of us" they said…. And so it was, $90 flights to Vegas booked on Saturday afternoon and we're en-route.
Flying in, let's be honest Vegas is not as appealing during the day as it is lit up at night. I was detecting some fatigue in the ranks and a touch of homesickness. We'd agreed on 2 nights in Vegas before returning to Denver for the last day before flying home. Costs were an issue, so I'd (foolishly) booked up at Circus Circus. Cheap and not so cheerful.
We arrived safely at the hotel. Then the fun started. A 90 minute queue for check in at Circus Circus, worse than any nightclub line I'd seen. Not happy, this was 4pm and we were tired. Thinking they should rename Circus Circus ' The Wiggersville'….
Eventually we got our room and headed down to the pool. Mistake, it was blowing a gale. This wasn't the Vegas I'd dreamed of. (or sold)
Head down for a few hours kip, we roused ourselves at 8pm. Quick shower and shave and plans for dinner. " We want to set expectations, we'll plan to be back by Midnight" they said. "Just wait and see, Vegas is magical" I replied. We headed off to the restaurants at Caesars, Vegas was by now fully lit and looking glorious.
A decent meal had, we ventured off to the Palms via taxi and into Rain. At this time it was more popular than currently, due to the MTV show. Packed out, we weren't feeling the love in terms of the music (a little too hip hop for our English palette) but had a couple of drinks.
Then the evening turned.
"Where you guys from ?" a voice uttered. We turned and saw the vision. Blonde, tanned, teeth so perfect they could stop traffic.
"London" we replied, still mesmerized.
"I'm Melissa, us girls are from Kansas City, this is Nicola, Sally-Anne, Julie. Come and join us at our table ". As if it couldn't get any better….
A note to the makers of 5 hour energy, Red bull and Gatorade. Let me tell you, pretty american girls have the capability of injecting bolts of energy into men in the way you could only dream of. I witnessed (and participated in) a transformation from lethargic homesick Brits to pumped virile ladykillers before Usain would have even reached the half way point.
Party we did. Many bottles of drink later and some pretty poor Dick Van Dyke -English Accent - Mary Poppins impressions from our American friends (very endearing, but the fact D.V.D was an American was lost on them) and they invited us back to their Hotel(Venetian) for some more drinks and the promise of hot tubs under moonlight. How could we resist ? We didn't…;-)
Alex was always the man most likely. Single, he's like a younger version of Hugh Grant and Melissa couldn't resist. They stayed all of 15 mins at the bar with the rest of us before they disappeared. Whilst I cannot claim witness, I am told that they ventured out to the communal hot tubs at 5:00am and started getting jiggy with it. All was well (they were interlocked) when a fat mexican decided that , despite the 4 other free hot tubs available, he would park himself in their hot tub, adjacent to Alex and Melissa. She was at this time sat astride him. Alex is a master at suppressing his emotions and pleasant dialogue ensued before he was able to subtley 'extract himself' from the situation. They continued on in her room though and remain long distance friends to this day.
As for me and Harry (the other member of the three amigos), we partied at the bar with the lovelies til 7:00am when fatigue got the better of me and I returned to Wiggersville, despite the promises on offer. Harry then decided 'Blackjack for breakfast' and disappeared with Nicola where they enjoyed each others company…I think he said he doubled-down at one stage…
Horses for courses. 10:00am Sunday, Harry and Alex met at the foyer and opted to take the pre-booked Cowboy adventure, despite the lack of sleep. They were lovin it. A good morning was enjoyed whilst I slept, and they burst into the Hotel Room at 2:00pm in the afternoon to announce " we bloody love Vegas !" . My work was done. I slept smugly.
I booked us tickets for Tony n' Tina on Sunday evening. Thought it'd be fun. Awoken early at 6:00pm, Harry and Alex were in a very grumpy mood and had faces like thunder. (though not bodies like Thunder - ladies)
After an obligatory photo with the Best Man, they sat at the table with low expectations. Then the energy bolt again…..The 'maid of honour' was a hottie and she whisked a grumpy face Harry onto the dancefloor for the conga, within seconds the beam was back, he loved it. A few more beers passed and we all enjoyed it.
After the show , myself and Alex were keen for partying. Harry not so but he tagged along. This was a mistake. We headed for Caesars and heard the alluring sounds of the Bee Gees eminating from the Ship docked inside the hotel. Middle aged revellers were dancing like there was no tomorrow to the house band. Stepping 'onboard' we immediately noticed that, despite their uncanny likeness to the Gibbs Brothers, these guys were Chinese! Only in Vegas do you get to witness Asia's answer to the Bee Gees cover band….
Myself and Alex wanted to party but Harry was dragging us down. Ignoring the fun (and the hottie-filled queue for Light adjacent), he insisted on us going elsewhere. We foolishly agreed and grabbed a taxi, during which he decided he wanted dropping back at Circus. The moment was gone. Alex and I checked out some locals clubs which were a bit quiet, before returning to the Hotel before midnight. An opportunity wasted and regretted.
Returning back to Denver on Mon AM, we had a nice day in the sun, saw the Colorado Avalanche and hit some dodgy Lap Dancing bar to finish in style. Not, may I say, any sort of style to be proud of. Indeed in the dim lights of the club I selected a target amongst the 'bevvy of beauties' for a lame dancing experience just as the club was closing. The lights came up and she looked nothing like I expected. Indeed she reminded me of one of the puppets from The Dark Crystal (Jim Henson, 1982 ). A fact not lost on Harry and Alex, bearing witness….
So here we are, present day and due to return to Vegas in less than 3 weeks with 4 other guys in tow. Harry is an absentee, but Alex (Hugh Grant) returns for much needed seconds. The two other guys with us are ready to 'hit Vegas hard' and we've lined up Tao (Thurs 6th), Ditch Fridays (Fri 7th), Palms wristbands (Fri 7th) and Tryst or Vanity on Saturday 8th. Doing it properly this time.
The group would love to meet up with anyone keen (ladies especially !!) and you can be part of chapter 2…..Just PM me or respond to the post and we'll arrange a meet up place on your preferred night.
Hope you enjoyed !
MC
No.1 fan of the Asian Bee Gees
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